So, for some reason, I had it in my pretty little head that once I'd finished a year of yoga I would never have a difficult class again. I felt like I had crossed some imaginary finish line. I'd won the race. I received the medal. I had come over the peak.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
I have had more difficult classes in the last 3 months than I ever had in my first year of practice. I am discovering new muscles every day. One day I can do Standing Head to Knee, both sets, no problem. The next, I can barely find my balance and my muscles are so very sore. Oh man, and my mental state. I am all over the bloody map. Some days I'm happy as a pig in shit to be in the hot juicy room. I find my peace easily. I can focus, stay calm, breathe through my practice. Other days, get me the hell out of there. I curse the teacher, I curse my absolute dedication to my practice, I get so annoyed when I can't hold a pose I was able to hold the other day.
I like to believe that this is me getting deeper into my practice. Discovering new things about myself - mentally, emotionally and physically. That I am changing so much from the inside out that sometimes my brain and my body cannot keep up.
But whatever the reason for all these peaks and valleys - my yoga is my life saver.
3 comments:
so totally true...
i took a couple of days off and i could barely do a sit up when i went back!
i guess that's the beauty of this practice. keeps us on our toes, not just in Awkward :)
This is exactly what Bikram tells us is is supposed to happen, by the way. "In the first class, you think you have one problem. After a week, you have 30 problems. After a year, you have HUNDREDS of problems!" Or something like that. ;-)
So true and beautifully written. Keep going miss, love to read about your journey!
Fiona
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