My mind was in a turmoil this morning. I was nursing a sore throat yesterday, and smart brain was telling me to skip class today and rest. I knew that the 6:00AM will not be happening. 9:00AM, maybe. As the morning dragged on, I thought of skipping the 9:00AM and maybe going for the 1:45PM. I drove the kid to school, arrived home and enjoyed my morning coffee. I looked at the clock and it was 8:15. I was feeling fine, my yoga bag is packed, so why not go for the 9:00AM? Get it done, then I have the rest of the day to enjoy.
The English Bulldog won. I did not want to skip practice today. I knew that if I did, I will miss it terribly. I am so glad I went ahead and just did it. I had a strong class. I had chosen a very good spot in the room. The room was just the right temperature, hot yes, but not stifling. The sore throat was practically nonexistent by the end of class. I did have to clear it a few times, but not too much that it was distracting. The 9:00AM really suited my body today. If I had gone to the 6:00AM, I'm pretty sure I'd feel totally the opposite.
Teacher C. this morning said that yoga is all about the breath, and that it is more mental than physical. How true, especially today. I did listen to my body, I did not force the issue. I knew that a later morning practice would be better suited for it today. When class ended, I was feeling much, much better. I don't know, I'm pretty sure that it's one of the best remedies for any discomfort.
Good night, Mommy. I love you.