My goal this week was to attend three yoga* classes at the gym, no excuses. This goal is monumental because I’ve only done that once in my life. I usually attend yoga twice a week, partly because that’s what my work sched permits, and partly because I can be a lazy ass.
I did it, though! Three yoga classes, three days in a row. I’m sure I’m supposed to pace myself, but the Tuesday – Wednesday – Thursday classes are the only ones I can feasibly attend. So at 6:40 am today, I took my third class, and it went surprisingly well. I’d been having difficulty with some poses this entire week. I don’t know, my alignment just wasn’t right. Plus, it’s hard for me to do a full Half Moon Pose from the prepatory pose that the class dictates (facing the floor with one leg up) as opposed to doing it the way I do at home (standing up and diving down). Today, I was able to do something like it without falling over, so that’s something. And I didn’t feel pain doing the typically-painful standing strength poses at all. (Maybe the pain will come tomorrow when my body realizes what it’s done.)
I’m really proud of something, though. I’m one of the few in class (sometimes the only one) who can do a full Bridge Pose. And I’m especially proud of this because it’s a personal achievement, too – I could never do a full Bridge at home, trying over and over again for maybe most of last year. But now I can. And physically, it feels great!
*I call them yoga classes, but they’re really more a smorgasbord of yoga, tai chi, and pilates. Most of it is yoga though, and I’m not about to invent a word for it (yogchilates?).
**Pictures from Yoga Journal