I did it!

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.