Trying yoga, that is. We're reminiscing about our first time, and you can check out more stories in our brand new zine (ranging from glee to terror) featuring cool cats all around Vancouver. Find our zine in our shop soon or at the following locations around town:
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ANITA'S FIRST TIME:
"I really thought I would like my first time. I was 13 and I had read all about it in magazines. To be honest, I only did it because I wanted to be just like all the cool girls I saw talking about it. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. All I could think about as I was lying there at the end was- is it over? Can I leave now?
As a teenager, I was highly impressionable. PETA made me a vegetarian for 10 years and magazines like Seventeen and Teen Vogue were my bibles. When I saw my favourite celebrities doing yoga, I knew I had to try it. I wanted to be long and lean just like them! (I would later find out that by 13 I had maxed out on height.)
The opportunity came up when summer school courses were released. Being a total keener/ nerd, I didn't need to take any remedial classes but I decided I wanted to be worldly and took the opportunity to jump on trying something new. I convinced my best friend to take a week long Yoga course with me and after bussing across the city, we arrived in what appeared to be a classroom for acting 11/12. I unrolled my Lululemon yoga mat, ready to ace yoga.
I was naturally flexible and loved fast-paced sports like running, soccer, and competitive cheerleading. Needless to say, I was B-O-R-E-D the entire time and couldn't wait for it to be over. Thankfully, I later gave yoga multiple other shots, as if I based my opinion on yoga on that first class, I definitely wouldn't be doing what I'm doing today."
RACHEL'S FIRST TIME:
"I don't remember my very first time... My grandma practiced yoga since before it was cool, and my mom was a power yoga fiend when I was younger, so because of my family, I practiced yoga before I decided what to eat or what to wear. Or at least I practiced practicing yoga, if you know what I mean.
I had a yoga pose book as a youngin', and it showed each posture in the context of acting out an animal. There was a corresponding photo demonstration on each page, and I would copy the people in the book on the floor of my grandparents' living room.
One day, mom brought me along to her studio and put me in the kid's class. We made animal sounds to match each pose, and as I recalled the photos in my book, I felt confident roaring, meowing, barking and mooing. At the end of class, we curled up on pillows and listened to a story while snacking on some earthy off-brand animal crackers.
I was ready to go to yoga every day for the rest of my life.
As it turned out, adult classes didn't deliver on the cookies or extended story time, but I felt comfortable in the culture and environment from a young age. However, I didn't find my niche (ashtanga, and more recently, acroyoga) until I was 19. That said, I'm still casually keeping an eye out for an adult class that incorporates storytelling and cookies."
KIM'S FIRST TIME:
"It was 2010, and my entire family was going on a cruise to Alaska. Of course, being an 18 year old brat, I was not happy that I was going be stuck on a boat somewhere cold with a bunch of family. Once we set sail, my mom and I did a little walk around the ship, checking out the amenities.
We came across the gym: it was big, noisy and cluttered with people. I took interest in the large board on the wall with all of their fitness groups hoping to spot a ballet class. As there was no luck with the dance, I was about to move on when my Mom pointed across the room where a girl was standing behind a table with a small crowd of people. We walked over and saw she was signing people up for more classes. There was tennis, cardio, basketball and yoga.
Originally in my head, the thought of yoga was slow and pointless, little-to-no technique, and BORING. Even though I wasn’t excited about the class, I knew it would keep me entertained for an hour each day, so I signed up for all 5 yoga classes. I showed up the next morning at 9 am and found 5 people sitting in the middle of the room on some mats. I sat on the last vacant spot and saw a very burly Russian man, his accent thicker than molasses, and there was no way in hell I would believe he was more flexible than me.
He began to instruct us into downward facing dog and the very first thing I did was eat the floor. The boat was rocking furiously, and of course I couldn’t keep my balance. Surprisingly, after that I had a good laugh and got back up and continued following along. I really began to just let my ego go and enjoy being. I went back every day we were on the ship, and found myself excited to try more when I got home!"