You may know I go to a Yoga class, and it’s coming up to ten months of attending.
I wanted to write a bit about my Yoga class as it has become such a core element of my week (term time only!). My Tuesday mornings are now pretty sacred. I only miss a class if one of the girls if off school or I’m unwell.
I started in January 2017, after a pretty rough last half of 2016. My youngest had been in and out of hospital. I didn’t get much time for me, never mind getting to a yoga class.
Honestly? I was dreadful.
My balance was virtually non existent. The teacher had to hold me up several times, and these weren’t hard poses like headstands or anything. They were standing poses!
I sweated (a lot), I felt dizzy. At the end of those first few classes I felt weak and shaky. The only remedy seemed to be a hot bath and a long lie down. I was virtually loosing the whole day to a 60 minute yoga class. Not great when you’ve only got two days sans kids.
But I kept going back, and I did this for several reasons.
Yes it was hard, especially on those colder days in January and February. The venue kept pulling me back. If you follow me on Instagram, or have read some of my other posts this year you’ll have no doubt seen the location. Its got to be up there with prettiest yoga class venues in the world!
At the time time I also had a yoga buddy, a friend I managed to persuade to come with me. Another incentive. Those first few classes are less scary when there’s someone there you know. Sharing the sweat and the stumbling around. She no longer attends, having found a brilliant job (clashing with the class sadly).
Then there’s my teacher. She’s this incredibly knowledgeable Yogi, who manages to get you and your body to do things you never thought you could. She’s very matter of fact, explaining things simply and clearly, and pushes us in every class. In doing so she gives you the confidence in your ability, and that you will improve.
Now, I’m still not great at Yoga.
I am getting better though.
My teacher isn’t having to hold me up anymore, or even correct me as much in my poses. I’m feeling physically more able now, more confident in what my body can do, if I practise and put my mind to it.
I’m not loosing a day in recovery either. A quick shower when I get in and plenty of water over a healthy lunch, and I’m ready for an afternoon of work. My mind refreshed and ready to focus.
I feel reinvigorated. I feel stronger, more like myself. The trick? Finding a type of exercise I enjoy, with a class and teacher that suits me. This combination has been key in helping me get back my mojo.
What kind of exercise do you do? What makes you keep doing it?
susan earlam ~ horror author 
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