I woke up from a terrible sleep and decided that I needed to do something. I looked around my house and realized that it looked like a tornado had come through five times. I felt claustrophobic and just had to get out of my house, so I ended up at Charleston Community Yoga. It is $8 a class and I love that.
The class was taught by Emily, so it was warm flow with a power yoga flair. My head turned off. It did not have a choice. Those crippling thoughts not only left my head, they left the building. I was forced to focus on my breath which allowed me to get deeper into the poses. The class was challenging. I don't ever remember doing so many planks, downward facing dogs, and sun salutations in my life.
At one point I wanted to throw up. I wanted to sit down. I wanted to quit, but I did not do any of those. I pressed forward, losing my balance a few times, stopping to wipe the sweat out of my eyes, but never losing my breath.
It was challenging. However I imagined to find myself again and again and yet again each time. I did the best shoulder stand I have ever done. My legs were higher and straighter; my breath was stronger; and I felt victorious. Now I need to translate that to my life outside of the mat. I need to dig just a little deeper to find the 'sweet' spot. I need to figure out what I can do to make where I am right now just a little softer.
I am not defeated. No matter how I feel right now, I am still here present and accounted for. I can still hold my head up high. Something better this way comes. And even if it doesn't come soon, I will be back in yoga class tomorrow.

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