Well having indulged in a good 90 mins of knitting first thing this morning (I'm sure watching Judge Judy at the same time reduces the mindfulness aspect drastically sorry) I decided to indulge in the latter this evening. Indulge may be the wrong word. It has to have been the physically hardest yoga class of my life!
I should explain. Years ago when I took an interest in yoga, it was the Ashtanga style which interested me. I duly bought the books/DVDs etc and set about teaching myself in lieu of a nearby class (I was in Cornwall, nearby was anything within 40 miles!). Anyway practicing on my own meant I got to go at my own pace... and herein lies tonight's problem. Several years out of practice and attempting the whole of the primary series in one go left me wobbling like a jelly... and very chilled out. Mark is a lovely teacher and I just about remember enough not to have to turn round every 30 seconds to see where I should be going next. That said I suspect it will be a number of months before my arms and legs stop feeling like jelly at the end of a class. Anything that good for the mind as well as the body though can't be bad.
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