....namaste.....
I'm going to be so sore tomorrow. I can feel it already. My muscles are stretched and tender. A tenderness that will soon turn into an aching soreness every time I move. The kind of soreness that hurts but at the same time feels good , if that makes any kind of sense. What am I talking about, and for those whose mind went far out straight into the gutter, BRING IT BACK!!!!! I'm talking about YOGA!!!!!!!
I never knew how much I enjoy yoga until today. Waking up at noon, after a long evening shift of work, I got up to eat a bowl of cereal and went back to bed. I laid there and contemplated on if I should just spend the rest of the day and night in bed, or if I should actually enjoy a day off and DO SOMETHING. So i decided yoga would be perfect. Plus I haven't been to yoga class in a while and really wanted to go to instructor who is just my pace. So I got up a 2, showered, made an egg sandwich on whole wheat bread, and watched Gattaca as I got ready for the gym. It was a drizzling outside so my I left the house in black yoga pants and a grey tank with a black sweater.
Got to yoga class 30 minutes early. And as I sat in the empty mirrored gym class room, sitting on my yoga mat, I felt like I was home. Familiar faces, familiar area, familiar routine. I was so worried I was going to be out of place not having done yoga in months. But as the class went on, I was surprised at my own flexibility. Of course I can't do everything. But what I can do is pretty amazing! And i am just realizing it. What was even more amazing was how quick my body fell into the "routine", like riding a bicycle. From instinct , my body knew what do before the instructor even said something. I knew after upward dog then comes a push through to downward dog, and so on and so on.
Yoga to me is an outlet, and has become a reflection of part of who I am and what I want to become. I learn more about myself and my own abilities each time! So bring on the soreness. And bring on more Yoga!!!!
NAMASTE!
I never knew how much I enjoy yoga until today. Waking up at noon, after a long evening shift of work, I got up to eat a bowl of cereal and went back to bed. I laid there and contemplated on if I should just spend the rest of the day and night in bed, or if I should actually enjoy a day off and DO SOMETHING. So i decided yoga would be perfect. Plus I haven't been to yoga class in a while and really wanted to go to instructor who is just my pace. So I got up a 2, showered, made an egg sandwich on whole wheat bread, and watched Gattaca as I got ready for the gym. It was a drizzling outside so my I left the house in black yoga pants and a grey tank with a black sweater.
Got to yoga class 30 minutes early. And as I sat in the empty mirrored gym class room, sitting on my yoga mat, I felt like I was home. Familiar faces, familiar area, familiar routine. I was so worried I was going to be out of place not having done yoga in months. But as the class went on, I was surprised at my own flexibility. Of course I can't do everything. But what I can do is pretty amazing! And i am just realizing it. What was even more amazing was how quick my body fell into the "routine", like riding a bicycle. From instinct , my body knew what do before the instructor even said something. I knew after upward dog then comes a push through to downward dog, and so on and so on.
Yoga to me is an outlet, and has become a reflection of part of who I am and what I want to become. I learn more about myself and my own abilities each time! So bring on the soreness. And bring on more Yoga!!!!
NAMASTE!
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