Classes 117 (+9 advanced)
Teacher Emma, Hortense
The blog subject was the headline of an article that was posted at the studio. I don’t know it felt kind of fitting.
Day 100 today and the yoga decided to show me once again that every class is different, and that even at this stage you can’t predict anything. I had a really weird class today where I simultaneous felt like my body had been compressed down to half it’s normal size and it wasn’t my body at all. Total out of body experience for pretty much the entire class. My mind was there and present in the room, but the body just wasn’t listening nor was it talking back. For example in third part wind-removing I couldn’t actually feel the arms and legs touching, even though they most definitely were.
The compression bit felt a bit like I would imagine it would feel to were a 3-4 sizes to small a latex outfit. Making it almost impossible to move and breath. There was just to much resistance all over. The advanced class was a lot better but still weird.
Had Nelly Furtado’s Try come on after class and it truly is such a yoga song, go and have a listen. But here is a snippet:
All the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Yes that’s it, on day 100 I’m saying goodbye to a way of life I thought I had designed for me. Actually I’ve been saying goodbye for the last 100 days. Then I see the teacher [or my reflection] standing there wanting more from me and all I can do is try.