I took a yoga class in the middle of a slow work day. Interesting assortment of yogis…a few older folks, some serious athlete types, a few dancers… the usual Bikram class assortment. It was a new teacher, which I also like trying since you never know when a different message connects with you in a powerful way. The teacher was fine. pretty much on script but conscientious and controlled. I was in day 3 of classes, after an 11 or 12 day hiatus. My balance was off and I was fighting to get back to the flexibility I had before the break. The teacher told us to have no expectations as each day is different, so I took a deep breath and told myself to do the best I can. This was a slightly different tone from the previous day’s class when the teacher told us to kill ourselves in class.
So, it was more of the same, which is fine. I was able to do the whole class, I was still more wobbly than previously and still not able to touch my forehead to my knee in the pose after triangle… but I was getting better. Pushed harder than normal in triangle and toe stand. And tried to convince myself I will be able to actually do bow pose some day!
What I noticed is that everyone was at their own level in class and it was cool to see. Some people are super advanced and have a serious practice. Others may be recovering from injuries or are just getting started or have other issues and are more limited in what they can do. And I fit right in. I can grab my leg in standing head to knee and sometimes kick out, but rarely hold the pose and can’t get my head to my knee yet. I try in eagle, but my leg is no where near wrapping around the back of my calf (Adrienne, if you are reading this, I will be forever jealous that you can do this), I can barely get my elbows under my body in locust, they generally stick out and stubbornly refuse to submit to my will… but it’s all good. We’re all doing our best together… very different abilities but singular in our focus.