Alright, I’ll admit it. *headdesk* I fell off the boat and got ran over by the bus. Well, that’s a little bit dramatic. In truth, as my sickness intensified and my word count climbed, I focused on writing for the last few days, and I’m extremely pleased with the results… but on those days, I barely did any yoga. I did some … but not much. A few minutes each day.
So today, in order to get back on the boat/bus/bandwagon/dragon, I did twenty minutes of yoga on my own with no video guide. I wanted to really focus, to really feel my body work and concentrate on my breathing, so I shut down distractions (except for the 4-year-old, who is quiet enough in the living room that she didn’t bother me except to join in for a while) and stood in my yoga spot.
For the record, my yoga spot = my kitchen.
I don’t have a lot of yoga poses memorized, but part of the problem with following along on a video is you don’t have a lot of time to really process the poses and figure out how your body holds best in them, which muscles are engaged, where your breathing is. Also, glancing and craning to see a small laptop screen while trying to hold these theraputic poses isn’t the easiest task in the world, nor the most beneficial on the body and mind.
So I did some poses, but mostly just moved my body around, stretching what wanted to stretch, engaging what wanted to engage.
And I realized, as I moved about my kitchen in both proper yoga poses and made-up ones, that I had already learned a lot and knew a lot despite feeling distracted by the videos. I was able to move freely, yet incorporate much that I learned, and it felt great.
Day 6 of yoga: gaining some confidence and independence, back on track.