We arrived home on Sunday, August 26th, about 9 pm. I was at yoga class the next morning at 6.
I had been craving yoga since we left London. We were in small towns in Norway – too small for a Bikram Yoga studio – and had too few hours in Stockholm for me to get to a class. I had decided that when I got home, I would go to yoga every single morning. (You might remember my blogging about that, here.)
I went for the first five days after we got home. But that fifth day, Friday, I had a really hard time. I had to sit out half the postures – most of the standing series, actually – and really struggled to get through the class. I decided to take a day off on Saturday. Sunday was much better, and I decided to ask the instructor whether I was trying to do too much, too soon. He said that he didn’t go to yoga every day until he had been practicing for six months, and that I might want to start out going every other day and working up to two days in a row, then three days in a row, etc.
I was bummed at first. I had a plan! I wanted to do this! But I realized that I had to adjust my expectations.
That’s hard for me. I tend to make huge decisions, all-or-nothing plans… and then fall apart when the situation becomes too difficult. Not this time, though! I am just going to readjust and do the best I can. I want this to be a long commitment, not something that I burn out on. I want to make it easy enough that I keep doing it; the challenge comes from the class itself!
So, I’ll be at yoga tomorrow morning at 6 again. I’m not going to get down at myself for not going eleven times in the last eleven days; I’m going to be proud of myself for going eight times in the first twelve days after my trip. That’s a pretty good record, if I do say so myself!
I’m grateful for the FC Bayern München jersey I got at a garage sale a couple of years ago. Q is wearing it right now, and she looks awesome.
I’m also grateful, of course, for the photo by See1,Do1,Teach1.