I was not super psyched when my alarm went off at 8:30 this morning, especially considering my brother and I stayed up late eating pizza and watching Entourage, but somehow I summoned the energy to hop in the shower for 9:30 yoga! Much to my delight, my handwashed yoga pants had dried overnight (I ran out of quarters for the laundry machine) so I was ready to roll! Magically I was able to rouse my brother at 9:00, fully expecting him to say he’d changed his mind and wanted to sleep, but he got up! By 9:28 we were rolling out our mats in a much fuller (is fuller a word? I don’t think so) class than usual. Nasslynne’s “Rise & Flow” class seems to attract a big crowd! This morning Bambulah hired a photographer to come take photos of the class for their website, so hopefully there aren’t any super unflattering sweat soaked pictures of me floating around the internet anytime soon…
Class was HARD. But so incredible. I sweated a ton, but nothing compared to my brother. He was a trooper though, fighting his way through some really challenging poses. Also, I realized that when I did the “bird” pose (which I relearned today is actually called “bird of paradise”) that there is one more step you can take with that pose which I am nowhere close to achieving! When I can do THAT, we’ll know I’m rocking this thing.
I’ve noticed that one skill I’m currently lacking is the ability to remember whole flow routines…like after we go through a flow, and then the teacher says “now go for it on your own”, I usually have no idea what we just did. I think it’s because I’m always so focused on each position that I don’t realize how they’re connecting. Maybe as the poses become slightly less challenging, I’ll be able to pay more attention to the whole flow. Fingers crossed.
I can’t explain how wonderful it is to wake up (relatively) early on a Saturday and go to yoga. A year (or even a month) ago I would’ve thought that was SO never going to be me. But now it is. And I freaking love it.