A compulsive inclination to stretch out this rigid body of mine.
I am an adrenalin junkie, very much into extreme sports. While wakeboarding was my passion, whiplash, strained and tight muscles were the payoffs for the thrills I seek.
To fuel my passion, I was focused on training to be stronger, failing to see flexibility as an asset.
My first yoga lesson was 16 years ago, at this gym I was a member with. Ignorant to what Yoga is about or any of its philosophies, I picked a Yoga class because of the word “cardio”.
Yes, the idea was to “stretch” but how could I resist the chance to slip in a little “cardio” into my workout? Ashtanga it is!
Then the class was small and intimate, variations and adjustments a plenty. No fear of yogisweat flanking on you from close proximity.
I recall when I was holding some of the poses, in my mind, I was thinking, “the poses look simple enough, why am I shaking like a leaf?!”
That one hour left me enervated and boy… the ending pose couldn’t better describe how I felt — the “dead man pose”.
Little did I realise, I actually fell asleep, and no, there wasn’t any snoring, the teacher confirmed that. I walked out of the class with a smile on my face, feeling energised, yet calm and relaxed; almost euphoria like.
What I felt resonated with my body, mind and soul, I love it. That day opened the gateway to Yoga for me, since then, I never turned back.
Lyndalou (200hr Yoga TTC, 07/14 weekend)