I tried anti gravity yoga and now I can't feel my thigh
I’ve recently fallen upon singleton, and with that, comes “finding myself again.” Or so I’m told. For the past four years, I have ritualistically practiced yoga a couple times a week. I love yoga: it clears my head and makes my armpits sore. But when all you’ve been doing is stuffing your face with greasy food and crying (see: breakup), it’s hard to silently shove your butt in the air and hold a downward facing dog without embarrassing yourself. So while I was visiting my brother and his girlfriend in Boston, I decided to dip my toe into anti-gravity yoga. This is basically your average, run of the mill yoga, but you do it in a hammock. It was invented by Christopher Harrison – aerial performer, gymnast and Broadway choreographer extraordinaire. There are classes offered all over the U.S. and once you’re out of the baby class I found my comfort in, you’ll receive a complete and total body workout.
I took the most beginner class the studio offered, and was joined by my brother’s girlfriend, Devon. We went to SWET studio, a LGBT positive studio with a kick ass owner, Silviya Mihaylova, who I quickly developed a giant crush on. 10/10, would recommend SWET.
When you walk in, they take a few measurements and set up your hammock for you. We hopped in and did a few stretches. It was really wonderful for my post-breakup state, because unlike yoga, I didn’t have any time to think since I was trying to do the SPLITS IN A HAMMOCK.
With my head pointing towards the ground and my feet tangled towards the ceiling, my thoughts did become more clear. Partially, I’m sure, because all of the blood was rushing to my head, but also because I felt really badass for the first time in a while. I was basically in cirque du soleil.
At one point, we collected the hammock at our hips and did an inversion that was basically a floating downward facing dog. I have problems with my wrist thanks to learning bass guitar before my hands were big enough to actually play bass guitar, so poses that put a lot of pressure on my hands and wrists during yoga are always painful. Doing the poses in the air alleviated a lot of that pain and allowed me to focus more on the stretch.
This was all fine and dandy until both Devon and I pinched a nerve. We didn’t notice it at the time, but the class was a couple of days ago and the outside of my right thigh is still numb. We diagnosed ourselves with Meuralgia Paresthetica thanks to a blog we read.
Trying the new fads, anti-gravity yoga included, is one of my favorite things. Not only did it increase my self confidence, but I did things I never thought I could have. I would definitely go to anti gravity yoga again, and so should you. It’s a fun twist on normal yoga and it’ll up your Instagram game.
Christianna is an adventurous, optimistic feminist who can hold her own in a few topics: politics, music, baking and books. At a party, you can find her consoling the hostess’s pets and sipping a gin and tonic.