Somewhere, at some time, some idiot thought that it would be cool to do 30 straight days of yoga. Clearly the person that thought of this was some sort of yoga freak who wanted to prove that it was something that everyone could do.
30 days is a long bloody time! It’s day 5 and my shoulders are killing me, my knees are swollen and my hips are screaming about all the “hip opening” exercises that are supposed to be good for me.
I’m here to tell you that it’s tough to be all zen when you’re in this much pain.
That said, I really love the new little yoga studio that just opened up in Tsawwassen. It’s small, has sparse decor and smells nice. I like it best during shavasena. But then again, I like everything during shavasena because that means that class is over and I can crawl out of the studio to live another day.
Why not quit? I could see how someone might ask this. I can’t quit. I am nothing if not goal-oriented. Set me a goal and there will be very little that could stop me from achieving it. I have found, in the past, that allowing yourself to cheat or ditch your goals only makes you feel really bad. To be honest, I can’t quit because of the massive guilt I would feel.
So I will trudge back tomorrow to re-visit down dog and all his pals. I will stand in tree til the sweat runs down my face from the effort of keeping my hands over my head. I will open my hips, squeeze my butt, sink my sit bones and clear my mind.
Then I’ll come here and bitch about the agony of yoga. Seriously, 30 days of yoga? What was I thinking?!