I did it.
I did it!
I took the Sunday Led Class for advanced students.
This week I admitted to my yoga-friend E that I was nervous to go to this Class. That I knew I felt intimidated by the advanced yogi's, the ones who are strong and flexible as no other, who teach yoga themselves, who live and breath yoga, who make money by teaching yoga, who are practicing second and maybe third series.
E. never took this Sunday Led Class, but he's been to Mysore, India, he teaches yoga himself and he believes in me. I talked to him about going to this class.
'No coffee, no prana,' he said.
'I don't drink coffee. But should I eat breakfast?'
'Only a little?'
'Maybe some fruit. But better not.'
'But Class starts at 8.30 AM. And I won't be home before 10 AM. I am going to be hungry as hell.'
'You'll be fine. Your body will get used to it.'
'What do I do after Navasana?'
'So I continue my practice? I don't wait?'
'You keep going.'
His best advice was: 'Go lay close to the door. You'll be finishing your practice as the first one. So when you'll leave the shala, you won't be bothering too many people.'
Ekam inhale. The counting was in sanskrit. The teacher mentioned the names of the asanas. I was impressed. I lay next to the door. The counting was fast, I liked it. When we got to Marichyasana A, two people stopped. I didn't. I did Mari A, B, C en D with help of the teacher. Somehow it calmed my worries, that I wasn't the first one to stop in the practice. That I was doing fine, even though I am a newbie.
I came home at 10 AM. I didn't feel hungry. I felt excited. Pumped up. My BF was still in bed, I woke him up. I started chatting, enthusiastic and happy. I felt like I could run a 100 miles. My BF advised me to go outside and take a walk, to lose some of my energy. I think this was in his benefit too, as I talked his ears off.