Yoga

I used to do yoga, for about three years around 2010s. It was always in a school gym where the floors were freezing. I still loved it, it was once a week for 90 minutes. You started with a ten minute orientation and ended with ten minutes of relaxation, which, I must admit, led to me falling asleep a few times. But that was sort of the point, really. I even did a full weekend with the weirdest yoga instructor ever. It was some hardcore shit too, let me tell you, we’d stare at a candle flame for fifteen minutes, then blow out the candle and stare at the imaginary candle flame for another fifteen. I mean…

But it sort of lost its appeal to me, I couldn’t focus on it anymore and kept being distracted by my thoughts (perhaps it was a manic episode, who knows, those times are a bit blurry to me, for a variety of reasons) and so I quit. I tried a few poses at home, but it didn’t feel right and in the end I abandoned all yoga.

Until today. I’ve signed up for a new gym in town and they have a lot of classes, from Les Mills Combat (yAy!!) to yogalates (i’m sort of intrigued by this) to just plain yoga. Which I went to this evening. Sixty minutes of intense shit and I can tell you with the utmost gravity that tonight’s yoga was everything my body has been missing. I’m almost in tears because it feels so right, my body feels so refreshed and agile.

So yea. Yoga, good for me. 10/10 would recommend to me.

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