Due to the exam factory that is uni, my yoga practise was put on hold until after I completed regurgitating my knowledge on the gold standard and had recovered from the arm ache that followed (helped immensely by watching copious amounts of '90's sitcoms). Unfortunately when I made my comeback it was more Blue than Blur. In my absence I found that those yogis (plural word for yoga goers, copyrighted by yours truly) had progressed, they were in the front row, having mastered the toughter postures. It didn't help that the global challenge (consisting of 30 days of yoga) started on June 1st, my birthday, so given the choice of sweating for 90 mins over eating madiera cake in abundance, it was inevitable I would favour the latter. Anyway the result is I have regressed. My comeback consisted of me only completing 75% of the class and drawing concerned looks from my instructor who couldn't fathom my demise.
The heat is the biggest factor, in the summer, in order to maintain some differential between the heat in the room and that outside it is increased, or so I believe. I was ill equipped to deal with this. Worse still my yoga instructor sounded really disappointed when in triangle pose I rest on my bent knee and that made me feel worse.
Of course I'm staging a comeback on Britney degree proportions, yoga today was so so. I have to improve on triangle pose, rotate my left hip down when doing the second posture in the balancing posture and work through the lower back pain of the last warming posture. Who doesn't love a challenge huh?
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