I ended last year and began this one hot, sweaty, and refreshed because of my entry into a bikram yoga life. Although I was a fumbling beginner, I was consistent. I saw the positive changes in my stamina, focus, mood, and shape. My friends also noticed these changes. All of a sudden, my family's schedule became crazy. My husband had/has a huge project that requires him to get to work early and leave late. I, too had work obligations that caused me to work late. Since we use the same car, this meant no time for hot yoga in the morning or evening, unless, by some glorious aligning of the stars, everyone was home before 6pm, my husband did not need to work from home, and I was able to do a 7pm class. I thought that my biggest hurdle facing my hot yoga life was financial. I was motivated and my schedule seemed perfect. I did not think that it would be time.
Often, when I would go to class, the instructor would use the phrase, "whatever you do in your practice", and I would think, "This, right here, is my practice." It was not until last week, that I started following a few yogi pages on Instagram (my favorite social media outlet) and practicing a few techniques, that I realized how tense I had become and how necessary it was to intentionally do some exercise - no matter how, seemingly insignificant. Doing a simple stretch for less than 5 minutes was invigorating. Still I knew that I needed to return. Also helpful, my husband wanted to support my efforts.
Well today, my lack of consistent exercise became evident. I am currently sore in various places all over my body. It took me a while to figure out why, since I had the great pleasure of taking a long bath graced with a RAD Soap and Co, bath fizz. Why then am I sore? I was finally able to play in the snow with my toddler and we really played. We made a snow lady, snow angels, ran in the snow, and more. Apparently, I failed to do the stretches needed to recuperate from such fun and soaking alone did not cut it. Tomorrow morning, I will attend a barre body circuit class at the Hot Yoga Spot. This is not a flowy class. It is more of a shock treatment to my whole system, reminding me that pursuing the seemingly impossible is a worthy, but painful task. I am detoxifying my life. When I cannot come to class because my family needs me, I still need to show up for myself. That may mean only 5 minutes of deep breathing or stretching. It may mean a 90 minute sweaty class. It may mean building an army of snow ladies with my kid.
When I think of the fact that I am alive and have charge over a life that came out of my womb, I think, "Who am I not to take the best care of myself? I have a husband and child who need me. I must persist, no matter the obstacle.
What barriers are in the way of you being your best self? How are you dealing with them?