When the practice grows on you

I spent the past weekend recording live video classes for the latest @yogapremschool 300H YTT and preparing apricot jam (fancy a jar? 😋 reach out!) – so, I skipped one day of practice but, considering my moon day sin, that’s ok.

 

 

Monday! Practice again 🙋‍♂️🥳

I remember that when I started, this Ashtanga thing was only a plaster, a makeshift for not being able to run smoothly anymore. Challenging myself with something new was a kind of anodyne for me. Nothing else – something to keep my mind quiet.

Then, bit by bit, posture by posture, sweat after sweat I found to my amazement that it was growing on me. I started attending classes every day and something went off there, like a trigger that shifted my perspective. And in a way that period, that decision, and the Ashtanga method of teaching, sort of saved me from a lot of mental garbage and from freaking out because of that gloomy “you can’t run anymore, you’re a wreck” mood. Just to be clear, nothing to do with age (when you are healthy, age is a state of mind), only emotional bullshits – a dead weight that was sinking me down.

So, in conclusion, I have a lot to thank for the practice.