Yoga

I am now back to yoga classes.

I have been struggling with a small injury (Ha! I am finally a runner…) for the last few week’s and this is totally self inflicted. I had not been warming down properly, not stretching as much as needed and neglecting yoga. There is a simple rule in my life: neglect yoga…get injured.
But now after much time spent on the treatment table and some sessions with my foam roller I am back at classes and loving it.

Once again the true sound of my yoga practise is me at the back of the room grunting and groaning and swearing whilst the rest of the class bind effortlessly.

Our inspirational teacher has taught me that I need to leave the ego behind and expect nothing from my yoga and this has opened the door to some amazing practices which have not only cleared the mind but strengthened my body and led me happily back to fitness.

My wife, as ever, is tolerant, of my training though she refuses to engage with me until I get home from the early yoga session on Sunday morning. She would never admit it but yoga has made me a better person and for that we must all be happy…

However, last weekend when I returned from class buzzing like I had just ingested a whole bunch of Class As she did point out that I was the least likely yogi in the world (apparently my shoulders are way too broard…). She then went on to point out that at the last race I did she could easily pick me out of the crowd as I least likely looking runner in the pack (apparently my shoulders are way too broard…). I then suggested that perhaps I looked more like a body builder which at least put a smile on her face and uncontrollable giggles which went out for most of the afternoon.