Om…yoga is harder than it looks


By Melanie Yingst



My twin sister came home last weekend and had requested I find her a suitable yoga studio in the area. The last time I tagged along with her on an exercise adventure was to a spinning class.

It nearly killed me.

Spinning is just a fancy term for riding a recumbent bike in the dark to super funky music. “Soul Cycle” they call it.

The experience was fun, but I wasn’t able to walk for a few days following that outburst of exercise. There was no real soul searching in that experience other than I knew I’d never go back again. I can ride my bike on our beautiful bike trails here at home. At least I would be going somewhere in the hour.

Anyways, I put the word out that Megan was looking for a place to do yoga over the weekend. My Facebook friends came out in droves with dozens of recommendations for places in the Miami Valley.

I offered her a free alternative at home with a Wii video game, but she was looking for the real deal.

Megan has been practicing yoga for about a year and takes classes up to three or four times a week.

I once sat in the lotus position (criss-cross applesauce) and ended up in urgent care the next day.

Luckily, we found a studio close by here in town and popped in for an hour long session late Friday night.

My sister is such a “yogi” that she even brought me her spare yoga mat in preparation for my first yoga ‘sesh. Who knew there were yoga mats more preferable than others.

Our instructor was such a sweet, tiny woman. Here I was a newbie and Megan was the veteran and yet, she made the class enjoyable for the both of us.

My sister likes to do yoga to unwind from her stressful shifts as a nurse in a busy hospital. Thankfully my career doesn’t teeter on life or death, but it does have its own kind of stress called “FOMO” or fear of missing out on breaking news.

So while she was seeking solace from ICU patients, I was just stressing out from not having my cell phone in my hand for an entire hour. An entire hour folks!

All yoga classes begin and end with either one or three “Oms”. Sitting legs crossed, palms together at the chest, heads down as if in prayer our instructor asked us to join if we would like, in a collective “Om.”

I didn’t do the ‘oms” though. No ‘oms’ for me. I still was focusing on the fact that my cell phone on the back of the room. What was the reason the fire engine sirens were sounding outside the studio walls? Where were they going?

I’ve noticed over the last six months, I’ve become more addicted to my phone than I’d like to admit.

I wasn’t expecting a phone call or text message, it just felt odd being without this piece of technology that lives in the palm of my hand for longer than five minutes.

Earlier that week, I managed to post a photo of my dog Shorty at 4 a.m. on Facebook. The kicker? I don’t remember posting it. I had taken the picture in my sleep and posted it on social media.

I don’t remember posting it. I had taken the picture in my sleep and posted it on social media.

I have a problem.

It’s hard to check out of life isn’t it?

Yoga encourages you to disconnect from the outer world and just feel the ebb and flow of the tides and all the universal momentum. I spent a lot of time concentrating on following the instructions and trying not to laugh each time I mixed up my left from my right. That in and of itself was tough without my watch on my left wrist or a pen in my right hand.

I spent a lot of time concentrating on following the instructions and trying not to laugh each time I mixed up my left from my right.

At least yoga was my kind of pace. Slow and steady.

There’s nothing worse than feeling like you can’t keep up. In yoga, there really isn’t a speed, which is exactly my speed.

The hour went quickly and quietly. It was very relaxing, yet I broke a sweat. I’d definitely try it again.

We celebrated my first session of yoga with my sister’s first Snapchat of our experience. All in all, I’d rather tag along with her to yoga than furiously spinning any day of the week.

Namaste dear friends. Namaste.

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By Melanie Yingst

“Twin” Melanie Yingst appears weekly in the Troy Daily News. You can follow her adventures on SnapChat at melying123 if you enjoy farm photos and obnoxious lip-syncing battles.

“Twin” Melanie Yingst appears weekly in the Troy Daily News. You can follow her adventures on SnapChat at melying123 if you enjoy farm photos and obnoxious lip-syncing battles.

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