I started practicing yoga a year ago in February, but quit for about 7 months when I was about 3 months pregnant. So, I’m still a beginner after starting up again in February, but I love it. I love it for a few reasons, so here ya go.
(1) The group of women here in town who practice are amazing. It’s really nice having a group of people who you respect and look up to who are also different from the group of friends you see all the time. Aside from Hailey (who is totally a yogi), the only time I really see the others who practice is when I go to yoga. They are all so encouraging, they really want to help you get better, and they are hilarious and fun, too.
(2) It makes me feel strong. I’ve never felt that being strong or flexible was something I could be. I played sports when I was younger (in junior high) and have always done things like snowboard and wakeboard, but none of that really took real strength. If I didn’t want to try too hard, it was still okay. I was still alright at it. Not great, but good enough to get by. In yoga, if you want to get better and do things the way they are supposed to be done, you have to try really hard. You have to get stronger. In my yoga practice, I expect myself to be exhausted. If I don’t leave feeling like I’ve tried as hard as I possibly could, I don’t feel good about it. Each week, I see myself getting better and I’m able to do things a little further than I was able to the week before. I’ve never seen that type of progress before and it’s awesome. I’m actually proud of myself for what I can do, especially when I didn’t think I could do it.
(3) I like repetition. I like knowing that universally, people who are practicing Ashtanga yoga are doing the same sequence I am. I feel like I am a very tiny piece of something that is a lot bigger. I know that totally sounds corny and super “spiritual,” but yoga is spiritual. I’m able to relax and calm my mind. I focus on myself, not in an egotistical way at all, but in a way that makes me aware.
I’ve mentioned this before, but when I am interested in a subject, I research it to the moon and back. I’ve really read a lot about Ashtanga yoga. Why people practice it. How you should feel. “Rules” to live by. I certainly don’t follow them closely, but it’s nice to keep them right there with me.
Yesterday, Olive and I took a little trip up to Spokane with our group of Yoga friends to practice at a studio up there. It. Was. Awesome.
Olive was so good the entire time.
The studio was so clean. It was bright and fresh and it was totally packed with people, which was a lot of fun. It was so hot and humid and I worked so hard — I was literally dripping sweat from my nose and chest. Oh, and my arms. My legs. It was ridiculous, but afterwards, I felt so good.
Or maybe I felt so good because we got to walk to a bakery and eat really delicious pastries.
Olive got spoiled rotten.
And on the way back? We stopped at a yard sale. Oh, I’m laughing just remembering this little side trip…
Tiny individually wrapped babies…