I first experienced yoga as a sixth grader. There was an after school program at my elementary building and I enjoyed it as much as a self conscious prepubescent girl could. I was a very active kid and remarkably flexible, so it appealed to me immediately. I think that 12 was a little young for me to grasp the mental component, though. Actually, that probably remains my biggest challenge.
Over the years I’ve practiced yoga with varying degrees of commitment. When my older boys were young, I took a class at the JCC in Albany taught by Cameron Thomas. (Ironically enough, she mediated my divorce last year – small world, huh?) Cameron was the perfect yogi – she was meticulous about form and taught me a lot about the poses and breathing.
I’ve told you before how much I enjoy the Sunday morning class at the Yoga Loft, but I’ve been expanding my horizons, particularly while on vacation. For the third summer, I’ve taken yoga classes taught by Patty Renaud in Wellfleet. The classes aren’t incredibly physically challenging, but they do provide an excellent opportunity for me to mentally release. I’ve been really close to dozing at the end of class – a true vacation.
Last winter when I was in Palm Springs (yeah, I like saying that) I found a studio that offered a variety of classes. I managed to squeeze 4 classes in during my 5 days, two of which were modified Bikram classes. I don’t know much about Bikram, or “hot” yoga, other than it is an ass-kicking workout, even when it is abbreviated to 70 minutes and 102 degrees.