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A mindful jog and reconnecting

It was a tricky day at work, but instead of having a large glass of white wine, when I got home I changed clothes and took myself for a run in the park – before my conscious mind had clocked what was happening. 

On the run to the park, a very fat drunk man leered at me and I only thought to shout ‘get some exercise you fat, drunk b*strd’ until five minutes later when I was far away from him.  At the woods in the park I did a few little yoga stretches, but didn’t have the confidence to try a tree pose in public. 

Later on, a friend got in touch. She wanted to ask about how I was recovering from the ectopic pregnancy, and told me she’d experienced something similar. I told her that I recovered, and so will she. And that she should take cafe of herself, and so should I.

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Lesson six: getting the hang of tree pose

After a hectic and lovely weekend, and a busy couple of days at work I was rather looking forward to yoga class. This is was my sixth yoga class in the last couple of weeks. It’s a new health kick which seems to be working for me so far – its helping me find alterative ways to de-stress. Must wear a proper bra next time though, strapless is insufficent for yoga!

Becky, the yoga teacher from Go Mammoth, begins with a really lovely ‘Om’ and she led a super, sweaty, stretchy class. I’m starting to pick up her rhythm and get the routine of some of the poses and progressions but I am still missing a lot, and only approximating many of the poses. I just don’t get how some of the twists and balances can be done with this body of mine.

I can’t lift my leg from the back to the front of the mat in a smooth move. My three legged dog doesn’t stand up properly. My twisted chair has wonky legs and an unsteady seat. My plank ain’t very straight or very high…

However, I do really feel like I’m learning a lot, getting better balance and getting some calm and focus. 

And my tree pose is not too bad. I’m trying to feel rooted in the ground while stretching to the sky. I think next week I might even hold the pose. I’ll give it a go 🙂

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Yoga home, n16

Saturday class at yoga home in Stoke Newington, a peaceful class with some challenging moves and poses. Kept up as best I could, but needed a fair few rests in childs pose. 

The yoga home venue is quite sweet, we were in the eaves of a school, in the baby room. There was a blue paper mobile of a cloud gently rotating overhead. Our teacher, Eryk, was smiley and kind, and super supple. He put his leg behind his head, he lifted his whole body up on one arm, and he was generally awesome.  

He suggested we could dedicate the yoga practice to someone, so I changed my om to mum. Ill ask her if she felt any calmer or bendier that morning. 

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Going mammoth

On Sunday, I promised to the group at the yoga retreat that I would keep it up, so I went to a GO MAMMOTH yoga class last night. 

It was really fun, a small friendly group led by Becky, who had me doing the three legged dog and helped me settle into child’s pose.  I got sweaty and could not quite keep up, but I did enjoy it and will go back next week. 

Did my best OOOOOOMMMMMMMM yet, which was nice. And managed a bit longer on tree pose.

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Amazing weekend

In need of a healthy rest, and on a whim, I went to a yoga retreat.  

Meditation, peace, and the fresh air did me good.

I had never yogaed before, but really enjoyed the experience. We were a small group, in a lovely setting, with great teachers and hosts. And really good food too.

After a weepy, meditative evening and a very good sleep, I woke up to a calm and stretchy yoga session, which I followed with a jog in the woodland at ten thirty. Usually around that time on Saturday I’m still in bed. 

After lunch, we took a long walk by the cliffs from Beachy head, and then yogaed at the top of a white cliff. I mostly failed to do the tree pose, but as that was my first try,  on a sloping hillside, in the strong sea breeze, it didn’t seem too poor a show.

I’m going to try yoga again

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