“Grab a block and sit on it like this,” Mike, my yoga teacher demonstrated. He was in a low squat with his feet flat on the floor.
I did the same and sat back. “Ahh!” I thought. The awkward position felt oddly comfortable. It felt good just to sit after a stressful week of school, apartment shopping and working shorthanded.
At one point, Mike came up to me while we were in a similar position to that opening pose – Mike is a very hands-on teacher, which I tend to appreciate – He told me to push my calves into him as hard as I could. While I did that, he tried to push back on my shoulders. “Are you a rower?” he asked. Surprised, I told him I’m not. “You’re strong,” he said. Yay! Boot camp has been working.
The rest of my yoga class felt so good. I left wondering why I’d neglected yoga for so long. I mean, I know why. I’ve been paddleboarding, running and going to boot camp. I have two more yoga classes to use up before my pass expires on Sunday, (yeah, Quyn, I did that again) and I’m looking forward some time in the soothing Om Factory studio this weekend.
I left feeling looser and calmer. Just what I needed.
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