My practice has pretty much been on hiatus this week. Monday, the day after we returned from Vegas, was the most painful Ashtanga practice I have yet to experience. My knees hurt, my hips, my ankles, my back. I was heavy, tired and my brain would not keep quiet. Therefore, I stuck my head in the sand and pretty much avoided the world.
I rolled out my mat Friday morning - in the dark before the world had woken and it was amazing. *Cue George Costanza, "I'm back baby!"*
This morning I went to the led half primary at Ashtanga Yoga Victoria to check in with myself. I haven't taken a led class since my first week of Ashtanga practice and it really is something different. I knew what was coming next but had to remind myself to listen to Harmony guide the class. I now know where I move too quickly through certain asanas and where I take my time and have too many unnecessary movements. I am still a little tired. I came out of a few poses early, either because of a sore ankle or my arms felt like they were going to collapse underneath me. I tried to breathe through the pain but today it simply wasn't happening. I can feel my body slowly coming back to me and it feels wonderful.
Namaste.
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