When a friend initially asked me to join I thought, "No way, I can't take yoga and all that hokey breathing stuff they do. Not to mention I can never make my mind slow down enough to 'enjoy the pain'. And seriously? 5.45 am yoga, you gotta be kidding me." But I joined. And 3 weeks later, today, when my alarm went off at 5.35am I didn't want to but I drug myself out of bed and into suitable attire. I ate my baby banana, brushed my teeth, took my water bottle, snuck out the door and shuffled off to yoga in the club house.
I still find the breathing hilarious but luckily for me the rest of the class is Indian and they have grown up with yoga in their blood. So if I look around the room I find everyone seriously engaged in the breathing. Not one giggle no matter how the enormous sound, the snot arriving, or the chests shaking. That tremendously helps me to put away my inner juvenile and get back to focusing. Every morning I walk away from class promising to do at least one sun namaskar over the weekend (I never do). Never thought I would say it but I like yoga.
that's my girl. You are ready for it! feels good after doesn't it. the breathing takes a while, and once you get into it, you'll see how it can help your practice. don't promise to do stuff, then not do it, and feel bad. no promises. yoga wouldn't like that! :-)
ReplyDeleteNamaste.