Despite the sluggish start to my school-year exercise schedule, the one constant has been yoga. When my legs feel too heavy to drag myself out for a walk (Jog? What? Ha!) I can still convince myself to go to yoga. After all, it's just a lot of stretching and lying on a mat. I can do that! Well, that mindset convinces me to get to the gym, anyhow. And once I'm there, and I start reaching to the sky, swan diving to the floor, pushing back into down dog, plank, reverse push up, and doing it all again and again - I've actually worked up a sweat and need those deep ujjayi breaths!
My goal since September has been to make it to yoga class twice a week. Some weeks I've done better than that, and even practiced at home, but other weeks I'm thrilled if I made it to class once. Yoga is like riding a bike - even when I haven't practiced in a while, my body remembers just what to do like it was yesterday. Or maybe yoga is like an old friend, always there when I need it, no hard feelings. I take comfort in my unconditional relationship with yoga even when I've let some distance grow. It is comforting to know my friend is there, waiting for me with welcome, and I look forward to visiting soon.
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