The week before last I was really, really tired. Work was furiously busy, everyone at home was worn out, there seemed an endless amount of things to do...I just
couldn’t face either getting up early to do yoga at home or going out in the
evening to a class, so I didn’t. I got forty five minutes in at home over the weekend,
but then went away with the extended family for six days. It was a good break,
but there was neither the time nor the privacy to do a practice so I missed
another week.
After driving for six
hundred and fifty miles yesterday, I didn’t really fancy it this morning
either. However, I was sufficiently confident that I would enjoy it that I got
up at 5.45am and rolled out the mat.
I’m glad I did. I soaked it up like a sponge. I was completely
absorbed and the time flew by - the twenty minutes was up before I felt I’d
even started. It’s good to be back.
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