I walked into my first yoga class at the Y a few Friday evenings ago, feeling nervous and intrigued. Usually, I’m not one for an evening workout class on the weekend—I’d rather eat takeout and catch up on my favorite shows in bed, or hang out with friends—but I felt a random urge to go. I needed a calm way to end an otherwise stressful week.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. During my past experiences at studios, I experienced physical pain throughout class. However, yoga is something my friends and dietitian recommend when it comes to working on my mental health and being in tune with my body. I wanted to give the practice another shot.
I went alone like I usually do. It’s easier than trying to make plans, especially at the last minute, and working out with people I know can make me feel watched and self-conscious.
When the class began, my teacher, Jody, told us to sit in a relaxed position, feel the grounding of our bodies, and breathe deeply. I found her gentle voice to be instantly calming. As we moved through each pose, she offered prop-assisted variations and encouraged us to not place any judgment on…
