Week One:
Functioning at 6am was an issue. Yoga in a heated room at such an unseemly hour made me angry. I had no inner peace, regressed to a 'yoga cynic' status and spent most of class looking scornfully at people doing the loud yoga breathing. When the instructors said, 'release yourself to the experience' I wanted to cut holes in their lululemon outfits. (Everyone at CorePower wears lululemon like it's the only workout wear on the planet.)
Week Two:
Vast improvement. Back to my usual status of 'enjoyer of yoga workouts but no need to meditate like a madman'. When the instructor comes into the room and says, 'Hello yogis', I'm only a teeny bit annoyed by the yoga vernacular. I can't wait to 'set an intention for my practice' and towel off a disgusting amount of sweat. Throughout the day I mention to at least 3 people that I went to yoga that morning and have a lot of zen. Maybe not as much zen as the loud yoga breathers, but still, quite a bit of zen.
Vast improvement. Back to my usual status of 'enjoyer of yoga workouts but no need to meditate like a madman'. When the instructor comes into the room and says, 'Hello yogis', I'm only a teeny bit annoyed by the yoga vernacular. I can't wait to 'set an intention for my practice' and towel off a disgusting amount of sweat. Throughout the day I mention to at least 3 people that I went to yoga that morning and have a lot of zen. Maybe not as much zen as the loud yoga breathers, but still, quite a bit of zen.
The change might be the calming effect of yoga and the power of 'leaving the outside world at the door and focusing on oneself in the present moment'.
It also might be that I'm used to getting up early, and everything mothers say about a regular sleep schedule is true.
You just reaffirmed everything I've ever thought inside a yoga class. Mouthbreathers are gross.
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