I am so happy: I took yoga at my new gym this morning, and I know it’s going to become a habitual practice in my life again.
For the past four or five years, I was doing yoga twice a week. In the past seven months, I’ve gone three times total. Needless to say, I’m rusty. Shaky. My legs are like jelly and my arms are sore already, and it feels great.
The instructor was a bilingual drill sergeant. “C’mon you big babies!” she cried. “This is only an hour!”
An hour was perfect. I’m slowly going to get my body back to a stronger, happier place.