Last night was my last dance/yoga night. I had a pretty strange day. It wasn’t a bad day, but one of those days where the kids took everything I had. My energy, my ability to think, my patience. When I got to dance class, I was tired and I didn’t think I would dance with much enthusiasm. Imagine my surprise when I danced like I was a contestant on “So you think you can dance”!
After that, I was sure yoga would be a breeze. Well, maybe not a breeze, but at least possible. There were signs, but I was too tired to see them. I was very giggly. I walked into the yoga studio and thought “It’s kind of hot in here.” I went a little crazy trying to get a bug off my mat. I kept thinking I couldn’t kill it, it was bad karma. Signs.
The class went something like this.
Lay on your back. Humm, I wonder how long we can stay here?
Come up to seated. Already?
Take plank position. Hold for two seconds, then knees to the floor.
Downward dog. Arghh! Downward dog.
Go through a flow. My aha moment: OMG I have no energy!
Chair pose. 3 seconds, then sit on the floor.
Plank position. Have some water.
Full locust. Keep hands on the floor.
Child’s pose for 5 or 6 breaths. Did she say 5 or 6 minutes?
Gecko pose. No way.
Bridge. What?! Not supported bridge?
I kind of looked like this throughout the whole class.
After my initial moment of panic at realizing that what I had left to give to my practice wasn’t very much at all, I just did what I could. I’m actually surprised it hasn’t happened before day 11. I was a little disappointed, because this was my first class with Jen, and I heard good things about it. I could tell it was a great class, I just couldn’t really appreciate it. I’m not worried though, I have plenty of days left in my challenge to give it another shot!