Yoga and You

Cob House Building on Cortes Island (this wall was straw!)

Did my first yoga class since I can’t remember when yesterday morning. It felt great!

I was careful. Allowing my body to guide my ability.

Throughout I kept asking myself,

“Why don’t you do this everyday?”
Years ago I cycled over to Cortes Island to learn how to build a Cob house. Mud and straw and lots of stomping.
I’ll leave it at that.

The teacher offered to share her daily practice.

Something she did EVERY morning before breakfast.
Even before coffee. A habit like brushing your teeth. Except it takes a little longer.

Bravely, I joined in. It was a routine of movements. Mostly yoga. Once done you felt so alive. So awake. So balanced.

The memories strolled through my mind today. I was so grateful to of been able to do a yoga class yesterday (see Broken Wings). Lovely Laura, our dear family friend greeted me as I went in. This was a class I’d never done.

“Lots of breathing,” she said assuredly.

I was ready.

In the past yoga has awakened dark emotions in me. Resulting in tears.

This class brought me healing.
We were asked to focus on one word. Mine was peace.

In concluding the class the teacher sang a mantra. Later, I was to discover it was a healing song.

Feels like I’ve rekindled the yoga and me. How about you?

I’m wondering if you’ve done a yoga class recently?

Pushing Boundaries

Love the word BONK. It suits exactly the state of my body today as I set out for a (press play on Gilligan’s Island soundtrack) three hour tour…

Saddled up ready to go I thrust the wanna bes over the seat post and set off. Up the hill I went. The call-outs start. Not in the hips or the gluts, but in the thighs.

The sound-offs then went through my gut like a rocket heading out to space. Was I sick? No way. Impossible.

Racking up the mileage is what you’re supposed to do. Gradually. I reckoned a build to Saturday’s epic would see me coast through Sunday’s (today's) additional three hours.
My week had dabbled with three Tripleshot Cycling (Predawn Cafe Destination Cycling Club) diddles. It was a chase with the pelaton. I held it down when I went with the C’s on Friday, but I did a snore.

So when it came to the fifth ride in a week and the sixth work-out of the week my body said, NO! While my mind went GO!

Good at suffering, I capitalized on my misery by rolling all the way to a decent coffee shop for a snooze over the daily and a mouthful of a day-old muffin.

I’ll not shed any more misery today I decide. I had the energy to do the chores. Ready for the craziness in a week.

Knowing also that when it comes to steady as she goes, for the training regime – careful how I go now with pushing boundaries.