I’m not necessarily a daredevil, but I am up for a certain amount of adventure from time to time.
Today, I felt courageous when I decided to finally try out Crunch’s much-hyped (and very popular) “AntiGravity Yoga Wings” class.
According to the class description, this is what I could expect:
Stretch further and hold challenging postures longer using a flowing fabric hammock as your only prop. With the fabric as a soft trapeze, you’ll learn simple suspension techniques to move into seemingly impossible inverted poses to relieve compressed joints and align the body from head to toe.
I was expecting a regular yoga class during which we’d occasionally use the silk “hammock” for support.
Instead, class felt like a circus, and instead of flowing through poses, we learned a series of “tricks” including handstands, wheel pose (while being supported by the hammock), jumps up and through the hammock and “monkey wrap” inversions. Not the yoga I’m used to!
I know I’m definitely explaining all of this in a way that makes no sense. So just look at the photos.
I was proud of myself for attempting everything. I was able to hold myself up using just my arms and was psyched to see that I have more upper body strength than I expected. I even tried — and succeeded — doing flips with the silks, which were way easier than I thought and lots of fun.
So why am I not raving about this class?
It made me feel nauseous!
All the swinging, rocking back and forth and staying upside-down for an extended period of time left me feeling very light-headed. At the end of class, while everyone else was relaxing in their “cocoons,” I came down into child’s pose for fear of vomiting in my hammock.
So yeah, the class is pretty cool. It’s fun to attempt all of the different tricks and I was psyched at how much I could actually do.
But will I try it again? Nope. I’ll keep my feet planted firmly on the ground where they belong.
Unless, of course, someone wants to go skydiving with me. I’m dying to go again. (Don’t tell my mom.)