After about 11 days off, I finally got back to yoga.
I really hadn’t meant to be away for so long –and I started feeling it.
It wasn’t that I felt my joints stiffening up or that I started feeling weaker. I felt anxious, agitated.
One of the things I got out of yoga in March was an hour several times a week where I was forced to get out of my head, forced to step away from the job.
I am not complaining about what I do. I like what I do, but sometimes there’s a lot to get done, a lot of different people trying to get my attention, and a lot of things to cover –and I have a real problem with editing my day. Sometimes, every story feels too good to pass up, and I will bite off more than I can chew.
The best part about the yoga was it’s really hard to think about community theater, handguns, distilleries, or “Mountain Stage” when you’re going through a series of sun salutations and just trying to keep up with the teachers instructions.
And afterwards, I felt great, I felt refreshed –though, occasionally, a little sore in weird places.
I missed that, too.
So, I took a Yin Express class, taught by Traci Levine, a gentler class than I thought I wanted, but it was the only class I could fit into my week.With the gun series moving forward, it’s been kind of a monster.
It was more restorative than challenging –restorative tends to indicate meditative or slower paced, but it turned out that it gave me exactly what I needed.
I felt awesome afterwards.
So, I’m back on the mat, interested to see where it takes me, and looking for different kinds of classes to try.
Send me invites, and I’ll try to fit it in.
Also, I’ll take some pictures. Even I’m getting tired of the gnome.