So since there’s no yoga practice journal entry today, I want to use this opportunity to return to a concept I love: that of what you feed your mind being as important as what you feed your body.
This class is a level 2, which I note passively when booking it, and then note very actively when practicing it. It’s hard, or the better word, advanced. I am by far the least experienced yogi on the mat that evening, but I am not deterred. It becomes a true test of inward focus, competing only with myself, but even then it’s not a competition.
I try to feel better about myself, reminding myself that getting onto a mat, at 6:30 no less, is an achievement in itself. I tell myself what I’d tell a friend: Doing something is better than doing nothing
I’m not going to lie, hip flows are my favourite. I’ve been told I have “child bearing hips” as a euphemism to “you probably need to lose a few kilos” in the past, so the irony is not lost on me (especially as I have not borne any children with my hips).
I smile to myself, the humour in my practice today not lost on me, and decide to keep smiling throughout. They say making it to the mat is half the battle, so all I have is half a battle to go, and in a few seconds, my mindset shifts and I’m ready.
With Abla wordlessly by my side, and me by hers, we’re both moving with a new kind of energy. An energy that represents time we have generously given ourselves without conditions or guilt. Few things feel better.
I think about this and have an aha moment. I had always considered an intention the verbalisation of what I want to get out of my practice once I’m on the mat, but had never considered the subtlety in the question which asks the bigger question: Why are you even here to begin with?
Out of the five other students that morning, I know two, and my impostor syndrome intensifies. Am I a person who has friends who are up this early, in addition to being up this early themselves?! And if so, have I been wrong about who I am? I push the big questions away; it’s 6:30am after all.
Restorative yoga is one of those things that can be difficult to justify doing. For one, classes can get expensive, and the effects of the class are not always felt immediately or in the same way you would a flow, or even yin, class. To be fair, to the uninitiated, it can feel like lying around and doing nothing. One could do that for free on one’s couch.
I am new to Vanessa’s class, but not new to yin, a practice I enjoy so much that I almost feel like it’s cheating to count it in. But a surprise awaits me.