Day 1: Really hesistant, literally cancelled my registration for class no less than 3 times before the hubs talked some sense in me and essentially forced my hand in going. I had all the excuses: I won’t be good at it, it’s been so long since I’ve practiced, but the weather is so nice for running. Blah blah blah. But once I got to class, everything came back to me. All of the postures, all of the breathing, all of the relaxation. Talk about a yoga high.
Day 2: Hello, Dolly I was SORE. Muscles I didn’t even know I had were aching. So I downloaded a guided meditation app and went for it. Meditation is almost excruciatingly hard for me because my mind always likes to be going at a million miles a minute. Which is exactly why I need to force myself to do it. Clearing my mind is easy during yoga class, not so easy when I’m at home and my to do list is forever long.
Day 3: More meditation. I’m not going to lie…I only made it halfway through the guided meditation before my mind started wandering and, no matter how long I sat there, I could not get back on track. Something to work on? Most definitely.
Day 4: Post-run vinyasa at home. Muscles no longer aching, it felt good to get my yoga on in the comfort of my own living room, complete with Pandora and a curious cat. I had originally signed up for a studio class but procrastinating me put off a ginormous presentation that I have to give TOMORROW until this morning so I settled for home practice. I’ve decided: home practice isn’t my favorite but it’s better than nothing. However, I still don’t really feel as if I’m in a routine of yoga.