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One good thing about being without internet is that I've gotten serious about yoga again. I'm still pretty sketchy on home practice, but I've been making a point to go to class. There was a substitute instructor today. Normally the class is some sort of vinyasa flow, sometimes there's more of an ashtanga influence, sometimes more hatha. I've never in my life done kundalini before nor have I had an instructor who was, in her own way, a task master.
And I now hurt.
It's a good hurt, but oh my dear Lord! There were points during the practice where the girl next to me and I would look over at each other and share in the solidarity that there was at least one other person in the room whose legs were about to give out. It was good, though. It was challenging physically and mentally, and it was nice that it was something new. "Today you'll feel fine. Tomorrow you'll feel my name etched into your legs. Learn to move with your breath or you won't survive my class," she said. She'll be back next week. I'm not sure if I'm excited or terrified XD
And I now hurt.
It's a good hurt, but oh my dear Lord! There were points during the practice where the girl next to me and I would look over at each other and share in the solidarity that there was at least one other person in the room whose legs were about to give out. It was good, though. It was challenging physically and mentally, and it was nice that it was something new. "Today you'll feel fine. Tomorrow you'll feel my name etched into your legs. Learn to move with your breath or you won't survive my class," she said. She'll be back next week. I'm not sure if I'm excited or terrified XD