I finally went to my first Ashtanga class! After months of procrastination, I finally made it. It was my first time at Seventh Street Yoga and the studio was gorgeous. I'll definitely be back. I got to practice next to my friend Liz P. Her asana practice is truly an inspiration. Her breath is so smooth and steady she must have an internal metronome. I am in awe at what that woman can do with her body. Even more so, I am in awe of her dedication. She's worked hard for that practice.
So how was it? Not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. It was the first time that I've practiced the entire primary series in over a year. Breath and bhandas? Forget about it. Vinyasas? Hardly. By the end I was crawling around on my belly like a worm. But I showed up and stuck it out. The hard part is over. I overcame my fear of stepping into that first class.
While I was in class, Nana and Papa took Sweet Pea to Huts and then to Whole Foods. By the time I was done with class, my arms were so tired I could hardly pick her up. I'm going to be hurting tomorrow.
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Woo hoo!!!!
If you were in amazement of your own body before, well, go ahead and be in even MORE awe of your bad self now.
I am dreaming of the day when I can return to my practice.
It must feel sooooo good right now to have done that.
If Liz is who I think she is, that was a good choice to have as your practice pal.
You're going to whip yourself back into top form in no time.
Oh yes, Liz is my yoga buddy. I almost went on Thursday night but I called and found out that she wasn't going to be there so I waited until Friday. So, practicing next to her was not accidental, that was definitely intentional.
Honestly, the hardest part for me was leaving Sweet Pea. I thought about her every minute. But isn't that always how it is with our yoga? The asanas are the easy part. It's the emotions that come up that are the real struggle.
But yeah, it did feel sooooo good to finally get back in there.
Good for you, Super Mom! I heard that studio is gorgeous. Good for you for sticking it out, 'cause you know you got what it takes. You looked so beautiful when we had breakfast the other day, I should be so lucky to have a 6m. old and look like you!
Woah, no need to jump the gun. 5 mos, and two weeks! I'm not ready to accept her being 6 mos already. It's going so fast.
But seriously, thank you. I feel like such a train wreck lately your comment is very, very appreciated.
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