The first yoga class I ever took was a hold-pose style. It started easily enough, but soon, I found myself teetering, holding my breath, eyes darting to the clock on the wall to see how many minutes were left. The twists made me have to pee. Great! That ate up some more minutes. Maybe I could make it to the end of the class. My muscles cramped. I strained. I was reminded to breath and realized I had been holding my breath. Again.
In short, it wasn’t fun. I felt clumsy and couldn’t see the allure at all.
But then I went to other classes–softer movements, flow-style where just about the time my eyes searched for the clock, we shifted positions. Yoga isn’t easy, but it shouldn’t be awful either. You have a different body every day. Some days you can balance, others you can’t. Some days you can reach your toes, others not.