Home Practice Update
I’ve hit a pretty high wall with my home practice. I’ve slowly been encouraging myself to roll up my mat and head to a class for inspiration, but more importantly, I’ve been in need of a strength confirming practice.
Since finding out I was pregnant I’ve had a difficult time in our area getting into a prenatal class. It seems every studio is lacking enough expecting mamas. After speaking with my midwife and subsequently, accidentally attending a chair yoga class in town, I learned at this point in my second trimester I really have no restrictions as far as my practice is concerned. So, although, I am unable to head back to my hot yoga studio, this weekend I found an Ashtanga studio relatively close that kicked my ass.
For the first time in over three months I felt strong and capable instead of just a delicate pregnant woman. Don’t get me wrong its great to have the cowboy and my dad insist on carrying the heavy laundry basket out to the car and up the stairs, but Saturday’s class reminded me I can still kick ass on the mat and all the while carry a growing babe in my core.
And perhaps, more importantly I feel a little bit more like myself after returning to the studio. 9 months of a home practice taught me I will always rely on my yoga practice, but it can be a bit alienating as well. And at least for the next trimester I’ll make a home for myself back in the studio with new faces and a fresh perspective on the mat