I was a few minutes late to yoga this morning but it’s usually a class that starts late and ends late. Of course not today. I was able to sneak in to a spot but instead of the normal few beginning moments of breathing & discussion the class was already in motion. And I was a step behind.
Not only did I feel out of synch but they were doing lunges … my bruised knee was not a fan. Not of crow which followed either.
Maybe it’s because it was an off practice for me, but even the teacher, who I normally love was unsettling. Because I hadn’t had a chance to settle on to the mat and get into the flow her instructions came across as pushy.
Not to mention the sweat! I knew I was going to make use of my towel when I was already suffering from the humidity from my apartment. At first I thought it was just me struggling, though I could collectively hear the class struggling. While the guy next to me seemed as cool as a cucumber, I noticed a guy a few mats down dripping and the girl next to me with a soaked shirt. I then realized that I wasn’t the only one slightly suffering.
Sometimes a yoga class is going to suck. Sometimes the class will be over (though it feels like forever) before you ever get in sync and you’ll walk away with no deep lesson, no freeing thought, no opening movement. Sometimes you leave just knowing that there will be another class (maybe same time, same teacher, just a different day) that will bring you back.