My weekend was quiet and easy. I spent it cleaning the house, watching the interesting documentary A Strange Love Affair With Ego ('a day without ambition is just a very nice day') reading Paul Theroux's latest book Moederland (Motherland), watching the movie The Big Sick (which I enjoyed very much, but not as much as the critics did: 'Best romantic comedy in years!') and trying not to eat too much since I took an overload of chocolate the week before and I could feel a bit of a muffin top developing. I did not go to the shala on Sunday because I drank beer on Saturday evening at a party. (Now I want to excuse myself but I don't want to excuse myself). In stead of going to Led Class on Sunday, I took an extra day of rest. On Sunday evening, I had my yoga clothes and mat ready for the next morning and I set my alarm at Wake Up To Go To Practice Time: 5.30 AM.
Getting up was easy. I cycled to the studio (in the dark, I think the sun rises around seven these days) and entered the shala were I only saw five people practicing. I lay my mat next to my yoga friend E. He was already doing Parivrtta Trikonasana and I began to wonder at what time the studio opens. I felt happy seeing him and I promised myself I would stay happy and relaxed during all of my practice. And so I began.
Was it the couple of beers I had on Saturday?
Was it the two days of rest?
Was it the happy influence of E.?
Was it the Moon?
What was it?
Everything felt great. My body was flexible. The teacher helped my folded hands in Prasarita Padottanasana C to touch the ground. It did not hurt. It felt great, I knew I could totally rely on the teacher. In Utthita Hasta Padangusthasana he helped me very gently and I could breath calmly. And in Triang Mukha Eka Pada Paschimottanasana he pushed me down, slowly but firm and my hips did not complain. I continued to breath deep and slow and I felt like I could almost relax in this pose.
Laying in Savasana I almost exploded with gratefulness and satisfaction. Practicing yoga today felt just perfect.