I have gone to yoga class for the last 5 days, just have felt too lazy to blog about it afterwards.
I am learning a lot about patience, and the lessons keep coming in many different forms. For example:
On Saturday, I had one of my best ever Standing Bows. I thought "Omigod! I might hold it for the first time ever, and it will be on my birthday! How awesome is that?" And then I fell out. Must have patience when there are good things on the horizon!
On Sunday I had a crappy class, and just kept beating myself up over it, making the class worse and worse. Need patience through the rough times.
On Monday, I was having a really strong, fabulous class. Until Fixed Firm. Coming out of the second set, I pulled a muscle in my chest, I think my deltoid. I tried each of the rest of the postures, but the only one I could do was Rabbit. For the rest, getting my arms into position was too painful, and I had to lay out. I couldn't get my hands over my head for the sit-up, either. I was so mad! I was having an awesome class, and then I had to skip postures, and it wasn't due to laziness or fatigue, just muscle pain. I told Claire after class what had happened, and she said, "See, Jennifer, this class is about learning patience." And then I told her that it was fine, because after final savasana, I massaged the muscle until it felt about 90% better, and then did all of the postures that I missed, getting into the set-ups very carefully. She just laughed at me and said I am too much of a Type A. But again, patience!
So within 3 classes, I was presented with lessons in patience when things are going well, when they're not going well, and when things are outside of my control. I feel like I am a *much* more patient person now than I was when I first started practicing Bikram yoga, but I think the hardest kind of patience to learn is patience with yourself.
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