Found myself in the bottom of a well recently – a fashion in LA The block-designated outdoor yoga studio, I gasped as I twisted myself into one percent of a series of chaturangas that never ended. Everything was aching, my face was flushed and sweat was dripping from my forehead onto a spare pad I borrowed from a friend. Instead of losing myself in the physical movement, I was acutely aware of the passage of time, wondering how many minutes it would take before class — and my palpable sense of failure — to end.
There’s nothing inherently wrong with sweating in yoga class, although I’m choosing from the well-worn “if you don’t sweat, it’s not a workout” The motto goes on. (Low-intensity workouts are good for you!) Problem is, I was caught off guard. That yoga class was my first in-person class since around November last year 35; In previous times, I used to take in-person yoga classes around Brooklyn, but the pandemic put an end to that. When the idea of in-person group workouts became viable again, I still didn’t want to do it – back then, I was living in Austin, Texas, where cases were still rising regularly and it never seemed like a good time to let I started sweating indoors with a group of people again.
Over the past three years, I’ve gotten used to doing yoga my own way at home, which often means I To strip naked (it’s just me, why wear a tight sports bra or tight yoga pants?), put on a video (always the same: beginner doing yoga with Adriene), shake off my mat (or, in In a pinch, a towel), then complete the 20-minute sequence with relative ease. My arms still tend to tremble in Downward Dog and I can’t always stretch as smoothly as I want, but even a physically self-critical person like me can see what I’m getting in this yoga practice How comfortable it has been all these years.
Every Do yoga videos at home with Adriene once or twice a week for so long – at home, naked, often a little stoned, in hotel rooms and Airbnbs, traveling alone and with friends, on long hikes or in original Injecting a little movement into my calm days – without me noticing, allowed me to completely rewrite my relationship with yoga. When I went to class before the pandemic, I was outgoing and often compared myself to the people around me; now, I think yoga is something more personal, what I do is stretch my leg muscles, take a deep breath, and remind myself that I have a body (As someone with binge eating disorder, I tend to need reminders every now and then).