Before I get into the yoga practice I just wanted to make note of something. People always ask me "how can you fit that in everyday. I mean its 90 min, that's too much. Normal people don't have time for that plus work!" I absolutely hated not going to yoga after work. Coming home at 5pm with an endless evening in empty house (when my daughter is not here) stretching before me did not make me into a more productive human being. It was boring, and awful and I hated it. I LOVE my yoga routine. Work all day, yoga at 5:30. Home by 7:20ish. Eat dinner. Make lunch for the next day. Maybe wash some yoga towels/outfits. Lay out my work clothes. Pack my yoga bag for the next night. Then finally relax and maybe write a blog entry or listen to music or read a book or watch a movie. Then it's suddenly time for bed. That routine day after day, night after night is as soothing as a lullaby to me. I'm grateful to have it back. So very grateful.
Ok, now for class tonight. I had great support. On my facebook I said I was going back to yoga and was excited. (Hoping to get some of my friends to join of course!). It worked. Shelley made it a point to come to the same class tonight in support of me. She even teased and said on facebook "Roberta's teaching, Uh Oh!". I said back "oh crap, I think I just peed in my pants a little." Roberta is the toughest teacher at our studio. She is the sweet-as-pie-brazilian-bombshell-I'm-going-to-kick-your-cute-little-bootie teacher. We fear her a bit. We love her more. She encourages, corrects, pushes. Let's face it, sometimes we get complacent and don't push ourselves. When I walked into the studio tonight I inhaled the sweet scent of home. I felt so good. Ah, I am happy. Really really happy, was the thought that popped into my mind the minute I walked in the door. Sitting on the benches before class chatting with Reggi, Mark, Duane, and Shelley was the best. All was right in the world again. I was a bit fearful and of course warned Roberta beforehand that it was my first class back after surgery. She was awesome. During the first foreward fold she said "Michelle has been out for awhile. I want you all to work hard for her because she can't right now". She called out Reggi, Shelley and Mark, all lined up in a protective energy field in front of me and encouraged them to work harder for me. It was so cute!
Physically it was a very very tough class for me. The standing series was brutal. My heart was beating like a jackhammer from awkward all the way to tree pose. I could not catch my breath. Pranayama breathing made me dizzy. Oddly enough standing bow was pretty solid. I couldn't hold it the whole time but I kept getting back in and found the same depth I had two weeks ago. The floor series proved to be the issue. Some of the postures on the floor I had to sit out completely. Camel, locust and floor bow were the culprits. Odd pulling sensation on my stitched up belly button, so I backed off. After class, Roberta gave me some good advice for camel next time. She told me to keep my hands on my hips, put my head back and just focus on opening up my chest. She said not to push my hips forward yet so as not to strain that area. So I'll try that tomorrow instead of sitting it out. The other odd thing I noticed is the first three postures I was sweating MORE buckets than normal right away. I mean I was soaked through quickly. Almost like my body was in major major detox mode. Then it leveled off to what is normal for me. I know that I still have anaesthesia in my body that needs to come out so that didn't surprise me.
Tomorrow: I'll go back.
My studio is doing a challenge starting August 1st. I have a business trip on Monday/Tuesday of next week and will miss those two days. The owner said I can jump into the challenge after that if I want. So depending on how I continue to hold up post surgery I may jump in later and just knock out a 30 day challenge. My strength and flexibility seem to be intact, it's just my endurance that has gone to shit. So maybe jumping in later and completing a 30 will help get my endurance back to where it was. Baby steps.