My weak will saw me putting back the two blocks on the shelf and walking out of the studio when I saw the teacher sitting outside the room, and then I back tracked and sat down on my mat again..my guilt got the better of me.
I tried to reason with myself that going for one class was good enough for me after almost a month of not doing yoga. My muscles were protesting in pain and every stretch felt extremely tight and demoralizing. I needed to let my body slowly acclimatize to this again right?
Excuses.
So true when they say that nobody regrets an exercise or in this case, an extra class of yoga (even if this class difficulty was beyond me).
I fumbled through all the poses and when it came to him telling us to do the crow, I automatically reached for the foam blocks to be placed in front of me so that I would be face smashing the blocks instead of the unforgiving hard floor if I fell. Just as I was about to lift myself, he came over and removed the blocks and I got down again.
"I need the blocks otherwise I'll fall on my face." I told him.
"What makes you think you will fall? Don't use the blocks. Show me."
And I did.
My feet was off the ground for the longest time..longer than I ever thought achievable and despite not practicing for weeks.
I guess tonight's practice left a deeper impact on me than I had expected. I came to class with a sense of dread and exhaustion but left feeling light hearted and accomplished.
And I still got my Mala cravings settled - 2 x Kang Kong, 2 x Wombok and instant noodles in 大辣. What a lovely way to end Friday.
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