Now I wish I had started this at the beginning of the year, but maybe a week shy wouldnt hurt..
Each class is different from the other, regardless if its the same vinyasa flow or whathaveyou on any given time. More often than not yogis encounter quite often a lot of familiarity. same routines, the same asanas, the same teachers and students and (hopefully i dread not that anybody does the) same yoga pants?... And tonight I had a wonderful Power Yoga session lead by the very inspiring Roland Dela Cruz founder of Bliss Yoga Manila in Greenhills (my homebase). And "today's lesson" (for me) in yoga was never give up on yourself when the going gets tough, whether i'm solid as a rock or wobbling like a canoe in the eye of a storm. What? How did i? Oh yes let me tell you how a pro beginner gets it done. hehe. It just felt like i was in much much coordination to send energy to all parts of my body down to my fingernails to keep myself in strength and knocking over. But even on moments I fell off a pose, i imagine breathing into every part of the human anatomy to haul myself back into position, empty my mind and focus on creating deep ujayi breaths. Yes breathe-- strong and steady breathing while keeping in good form will help see one through (something i had to learn the hard way!).
now my first date with yoga in the city (since i got back from living and practicing yoga in boracay) was with bikram yoga eastwood for a trial week. since then i had NEVER stopped sweating like a bitch at every yoga session sans the heaters! in present time sometimes it still secretly embarrasses me (a tiny tiny molecular bit) when my teachers align me with their guiding hands while i stand/sit/lie/bend/kneel/twist there flowing like a faucet of sweat. :D
todays class had me pouring it out more than any other i had since 2012 had broken out and truly this rivermouth glazing allover me wasnt just going to stop my yoga session. as i was all about sticking it out not just because i have to or yes i wanted to kick ass. but somehow in my aspiring yoga teacher/student extraordinaire wannabe head of mine was that i believed i was built for it. like what jubei kebagami said in the anime ninjas scroll, "dont think just do". regardless of the provocative swaying, the occasional vertigo from pose after pose, the quaking muscles, strands of hair from a then neatly tucked bun straying everywhere. i still felt that i could do it and there i was, i did.
but before i can go on with this newfound cockiness, i could also be wrong and all that magic happening in there was simply from the fountain of powerful energy of a teacher leading the class that really inspired me to do it and to do it for myself and that it wasnt just me! or maybe the energy vitamin drink i was chugging down before class started to kick in (hello 711!). but whatever it was it had embed in me a solid sense of self that each and every soul is born with. a spark that sleeps within for the most of us (quite often in mine) and is in dire need of ignition. cherish and hone it, baby y'all got it! now what was it? yes, there it is-- inner strength.
but before i can go on with this newfound cockiness, i could also be wrong and all that magic happening in there was simply from the fountain of powerful energy of a teacher leading the class that really inspired me to do it and to do it for myself and that it wasnt just me! or maybe the energy vitamin drink i was chugging down before class started to kick in (hello 711!). but whatever it was it had embed in me a solid sense of self that each and every soul is born with. a spark that sleeps within for the most of us (quite often in mine) and is in dire need of ignition. cherish and hone it, baby y'all got it! now what was it? yes, there it is-- inner strength.
