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What was I thinking?

I hadn’t seen Elizabeth in what felt like ages. We both had babies now. And they needed to meet.

We met for lunch a few weeks ago and made up for lost time. I brought her her baby shower gift I had bought forever ago–a baby wrap–And we caught up over tacos.

Our conversation spanned from postnatal yoga, to careers, husbands, and of course our babies. When it was time to go we promised each other we wouldn’t go this long without meeting up again, and tentatively planned play dates for the near future. So when I got a text from her about getting together for anti-gravity yoga I knew it just had to involve babies. To be sure, I texted her.

“Let’s do it. Sounds awesome, what is it?”

She texted me back saying it’s yoga in sling-like hammock things. In my head I read “wraps” and “sling” and was like “woah, yoga with babies, score!”

She signed us up for a month of free classes every Monday at 6:30.

“PM right?” I asked her.

No. AM. Yikes!

When I got home to search for anti-gravity yoga and find out exactly what I had signed myself up for my jaw hit the floor. This is what we were going to do…

There are no babies in this picture. ADULTS in sling-like hammock things. OH!

Normally I don’t like to do things on my day off without my daughter but I thought this experience would be good for me to have a bit of alone leisure time, and get a real workout. Plus it would be early and she wouldn’t be awake yet.

The night before our class I slept in my yoga clothes and pre-programed my GPS to take me straight there in the morning. The less thinking I’d have to do when my alarm went off at that crazy hour, the better. I had worked until 11 that night, and watched an amazing episode of Big Love, so I was going to sleep late. And I knew I’d be hurting in the morning.

When my alarm went off I texted my friend to make sure she was still going. I didn’t want to show up with four complete strangers if she decided to sleep in. She told me she was still game, so I slipped my shoes on and headed out the door.

When I got there the scene was as scary as I imagined. Silk cloth hanging from the ceiling in a small room with hard floors. There were six small hammocks. One for the instructor and one for each of the students.

We introduced ourselves. Four of the five of us were either my friend or a friend of my friend. I was glad she had recruited others to go in case I decided to bail out early, faking an injury.

Our instructor told us if we were pregnant, had high or low blood pressure, we shouldn’t do the upside down exercises until we got a doctor’s note. None of us were pregnant–or knew it, so we were all in the clear.

“Grab your sheet by the end and swing it back and forth,” our instructor told us all. We watched as she wrapped her hands around the end of the sheet and jumped in. Then we each took turns doing it ourselves.

The first few poses involved wrapping the sheet around us and sitting or laying comfortably in the hammock. “This is nice!” I thought to myself. What a relaxing way to spend my morning. We went through the motions of getting used to moving the fabric, and it sliding beneath us, how to grasp it in our arms to move and stretch certain ways.

“Now grab your fabric and place it behind you at your hips,” she said. Cool, I had that. “Now trust the fabric, you’re going to flip over like this.” I watched as she did a Lady Gaga move and once again my jaw dropped. I couldn’t hold in my laughter. She wants me to do what? This is me we’re talking about. The one who broke the floor during an attempt at chair dancing. I knew if I were to try this my face would wind up in pieces.

I watched as everyone else did it first. They looked graceful and natural. I thought for a moment. Did I really want to attempt this? Why did I sign that waiver saying I wouldn’t sue if I died? I contemplated excuses, a bathroom break… Announcing indeed I am pregnant… then I thought how easy it is in postnatal yoga to sit out an exercise because “Oh, baby’s gotta eat!”

All of this went through my head in a matter of seconds, when I decided I’d just do it. I closed my eyes, grabbed onto the fabric for dear life and flipped over.

Hanging upside down wasn’t comfortable. Our instructor told us to breath and gave us all sorts of directions of things to do with our legs and hands but all I could think of was how my head was sure to explode at any moment… What if blood starts coming out of my ears?… Crap, I’ve gotta fart… My daughter is so weird for enjoying hanging upside down. And kids like to hang from the monkey bars? Why do they do it?

“Yea yea yea, breath, extend, blah blah blah, can I sit up yet?” I couldn’t be the only one so uncomfortable hanging upside down.

After that I knew I could handle any part of this workout. But would you believe it got harder?

We did push ups with our legs extended–feet swinging (not intentionally) in the hammock with our arms on the ground. I realized I don’t have any upper body strength when my arms gave way and I face planted into the cement floor. I couldn’t help but laugh. I was falling apart. I wanted to say that I had just had a baby eight months ago–The reason for my inadequacy–but my friend had had her baby months after me and she was doing just fine.

I survived the rest of the class by the skin of my teeth. But really, I was just the comedic relief. I couldn’t hold my laughter in as I watched everyone balance perfectly on one leg from my wobbly and stumbly point of view.

The woman next to me kept laughing at me too as I nearly grabbed her a few times to break my fall.

When it was finally over we laid straight back in our hammocks for a restoration pose–My favorite part of yoga. I thought to myself if I’d ever come back.

I didn’t go a second time today. I’m far too sleep deprived this week, but I’m still registered for next week. Now that I’m mentally prepared for what’s coming I may be able to try it again and not be such a whimp. Lawd knows I need some kind of workout to get fit again, and by golly I’m gonna do it. Even if that means impersonating Lady Gaga every now and then.

Here’s an example of what we did. I did everything in this video minus a pose or two. NO LIE!


If you’re brave enough (or stupid enough–I’m not sure which I am yet) to try it you can look here to see if there’s a place near you that offers it! All I can say is good luck!


mmc67 says:

Love the top picture. The woman with the green shirt and black pants looks like she is falling on her head. That would have been enough reason for me to stay home.

Rachael says:

I love the look the lady in the back right corner with the green shirt has in that picture at the top. She’s looking like, “aw crap, there’s the floor.” You are one brave woman to try that stuff.

Pearls says:

Whoa. That would make me nervous!

oh MY GOODNESS!Your braver than i am!! I do have to say i giggled through your post! If i can fall out of a playground swing well you can imagine how id be there!!

LOL. This was so hilarious! You did good by finishing. I bet a few more sessions and you will be getting the hang (no pun intended) of things. As crazy as it seems, it sounds a little fun. Lordy knows I could do with the exercise too. I wish I could use that “I had a baby 7 months ago” but I have always felt weird using him as an excuse. So of course my chance has passed me by. Maybe next baby! LOL

I’ve taken this at Crunch and loved it! But I too was the worst one in the class. Keep trying, you will get the hang of it.

Breanna says:

Haha hilarious! I laughed the entire time I read this. I definitely wouldn’t be brave enough to try this in front of anyone else. I would, however, be stupid enough to try it in my own house. Then be stranded with a broken limp on my floor until my husband got home. 🙂

Lindsey says:

Wow, I can imagine how intimidating this was but what a cool experience! I think it’s awesome and you should go back. 🙂 Wish I could go!

And thanks for sharing, this post had me laughing – I loved it!

Seana says:

That looks like so much fun to me!!! Good for you for trying it out! And by the way, this post had me laughing from start to finish 🙂 I am going to try and find one near me to try!

Kimberly says:

koodos to you! I would have ran far far away! 🙂

alli says:

Hey, I know Liz too! It doesn’t surprise me that she’d be into this. =) I’m with you though…this looks scary!

LegalChic says:

LMAO that is awesome and hilarious at the same time! I have never heard of that kind of yoga before, call me crazy but it looks fun lol. It looks like training for Circ De Solel 🙂

Brianna
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Vivian says:

You have made me laugh soooo hard!!!! Imagining it just how you told it and in every step of the way here I am laughing…my kids think I’m funny laughing at a “screen”…

Tori says:

It actually looks kind of interesting to me… alas, the “closest” class to me is in NYC, and that’s a 14 hour drive 🙁

toi says:

That looks dangerously fun, LOL! I might just stick to simple yoga for now :).

Thanks for the photo size tip, I tried it and it works :)!

StLphotogirl says:

This sounds like fun! I loved the pictures. I wish they had something like that in my area. Thanks for sharing.

YUMMommy says:

Mmm..kudos to you because I know that I would have bailed out. That looks so dangerous to say the least.

caitlinhart says:

I promise I was not trying to make you feel bad! I was having a hard time in certain areas too… I think you looked more graceful than you felt :). I hope you’re in class next week! You missed me falling over 3 times last class… you could’ve laughed at me for revenge 🙂

Chantel says:

That looks interesting. But, I’m also an insane klutz and I would probably hurt myself…A lot. I can fall over just standing in the middle of a room with no one touching me.

Huda says:

lol, you’re braver than I would be. I rather swim with sharks than do this form of yoga. Love me some ashtange yoga, but prefer it on the solid ground.

Mrs. K says:

I can’t stop laughing at your post but this actually looks cool. I don’t know–I think I may like it.

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