My first real Ashtanga practice abroad. Mysore style. I practiced in the living room of our apartment, after I moved some furniture around. I didn't start at 6 AM, but hey, I am on vacation and here are different rules. The apartment was rather cold, so I did some extra Surya Namaskar to get warm and build the heat.
My first thoughts were about missing home. And by home I didn't mean my house, but the shala. I thought about the teacher, the other students, our opening prayer together. I realized again how blessed I am having this community within minutes of my house. But now I am in Belgium, and I am without shala, a teacher who adjusts me and fellow students whose energy can lift me up. For me it is way harder to practice on my own. But I did it, although I skipped Mary D and I gave my right hip on Ardha Baddha Padmottanasana some extra breathes. So much difference still between my left and right hip. My left hip is showing me how flexible I am, and how much progress I've made so far. My right hip is saying how stiff and tense I am and how little progress I've made so far.
In the afternoon, I went for a little walk in the forest and then back inside on the couch, I read a book. I fell asleep three times. Last week, I talked to a friend who just got back from a seven days retreat. He said he had felt extremely tired and slept a lot during that week. A teacher had explained that if you lead a busy life and the moment you take a break, your body feels it really can relax now, that it doesn't have to be anywhere else, that it doesn't have to get up early in the morning to go to work, and so your body takes advantage and crashes. I felt the same. My body and my head need to unwind and want to sleep, sleep, sleep. I tend to think it's because of a year's hard work at the office, but in the back of my mind I am guessing it also has to do with my Ashtanga practice in the morning..