I went to my first yoga class this morning. I’ve needed it — I’ve needed to relax, and I’ve needed to get more in touch with my body.
I was the only male in the room. The instructor and the other 9 attendees were all female.
I contorted my body into unfamiliar, difficult poses. I became aware of muscles I didn’t even know I had. The instructor would walk around the room, and she kept having to adjust my body because I was getting many of the poses wrong. She’d say to the class, soothingly, “Now go back into the blah blah position,” and I’d forgotten what position that was, so she’d come by again and readjust my body. But this was all okay.
At one point she told me that I’m pretty flexible for a guy. (Ahem.)
“What do you do?” she said.
“I’m a lawyer,” I said.
“I mean, what do you do physically?”
Oh.
“Nothing, really,” I said.
The class ended with each of us lying on our backs with bolster pillows underneath us. Calming meditation music played on a stereo. One by one, the instructor placed a blanket over each of us.
It was heaven. I’m definitely going back.
Then in the afternoon I saw “Wicked,” which I’d been looking forward to for a while. And it was terrific. A little long, and it gets a bit amorphous in Act II, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Can’t wait to buy the cast album when it comes out. I’ve loved Idina Menzel and her voice ever since I first listened to “Rent,” and Kristen Chenoweth — well, she’s Broadway gold. I couldn’t stop thinking of Elle Woods while watching her, though.
And I smiled a big smile, of course, when the Tin Man appeared.