Yoga Knock Out
I woke up with 30 minutes to spare before yoga started this morning. At first I figured that there was no way I could make it to class in time….decided to try anyway. I’ve gotten in a funk recently where I over-think things….and figured this was one of those times. There is a lot to be said for doing instead of thinking.
Turns out I arrived at class about 20 minutes early! My superhuman memory had failed once again. Class started at 9:30 not 9:15 
I was pretty dehydrated going into class, having had a late night with friends, but figured it wouldn’t be that challenging anyway. It was noted as a “Level 2″ class….which caters to intermediate students. Level 3 classes tend to really knock your socks off.
I was terribly mistaken.
This was definitely among the top 5 hardest classes I’ve ever taken. Our awesome teacher, Peter, has a knack for holding poses a bit <ok…a LOT> longer than usual, to let us really appreciate them! He also throws in some unique poses here and there to deepen out practice.
I took child’s pose several times throughout the class (basically, laying on the ground with my head between my knees praying for class to end) and could barely stand by the end. I was totally knocked out.
In retrospect, the class shouldn’t have been that hard, but I was definitely not ready for it. Or at least, I was ready for something different, and this one threw me for a loop. Yet another lesson that sometimes it’s best not to have any expectations.
