8:30AM - Sunday morning practice

 

I approached Ashtanga when I realized I couldn't run anymore. I had learnt the hard way that my left knee could no longer stand those constant impacts and a tough decision was to be made.

A decision I don’t regret making though it cost me a lot to persuade my body and mind of that turn of the tide.

So I started practicing Ashtanga late in life, forced by the body and aiming to find the same calming effect that running used to bring to my mind.

Ashtanga is a sort of body-healer and mind-saver to me – I guess I’m not the only one thinking that way.

I used to go practice every day, but last year ended up with me losing my Ashtanga teacher who moved away all of a sudden leaving her keys to the shala in a drawer and shutting the door behind without even having the decency of saying a proper goodbye... so much for who otherwise used to be a kind and decent person.

Though it took me a good while to come to terms with that, I kept on practicing at @ashtangayogaprem on and off, until I started a big work project spanning over several months that forced me to begin my workday sitting at the computer quite early in the morning. I mean, really early….

Since then, I am practicing Mysore at home, trying not to lose both my temper and what I have learnt up to now. Actually, I am quite happy with it, the only drawback perhaps being always doing my practice all alone.

Still, I am grateful for all the teachings I did receive and to all the teachers who crossed my path so far.