Isn’t it funny how we resist doing things we know are good for us? Why do we do this?
Sometimes, I resist trying something new even though I know I will enjoy it and it will do me good. Why is growing and doing new things so hard?
This week, I’ve been struggling to adapt my routine to accommodate a new yoga practice, deemed “homework” by the tantric yoga workshop I am currently doing. It’s a simple breathing exercise and a few rounds of sun salutations which should take 15 minutes max. And yet today is the first day I’ve been able to make myself do it.
It was pretty intense. I got very lightheaded. It will be interesting to try it again tomorrow!
What I’ve been looking at online this week…
My fabulous boyfriend got me (among other things) a yoga mat for Christmas. Hard to believe that someone who likes yoga as much as I do does not have their own mat, but it’s true. I’m so excited to finally have my own! Anyway, I haven’t been going to any classes since I’m in the states, but having my own mat has been really inspiring to keep up with my personal practice. I’ve been looking at charts for ashtanga sequences a lot. I’ve been doing hot power yoga in London, but not feeling the spiritual connection to it that I’m seeking. I’m looking forward to trying a new studio when I return.
I’ve had a couple of really great practices on the new mat this week, including one where I really understood Warrior I for the first time. Instead of being really uncomfortable, straining my hips and shoulders, it was powerful. With a centered pelvis effortlessly supporting my top half, I truly felt like a warrior. RAH! Still, I long to be as flexible and strong as the Ross Sisters. Holy Cow.
As a certified “Sweat Monster,” I really dig the tips in this article about pit stains… (I bet you’re really glad It old you about that, aren’t you? I feel like we’re closer now).
I’m not sure when I traded boozing for inner serenity and pizza, but I definitely think it means I am getting older…