I joked about having to cut my run short because I was signed up to take theMAN’s yoga class that afternoon. Exaggerating a bit, I described being held in yoga poses for torturously long periods of time. While it is true that theMAN has an affinity for the various warrior poses, many of the other yoga instructors also seem to be stringing the various warrior sequences into the flow — one after another after another.
Truth be told, my body was speaking to me. It was pointing out my irregular running pattern and I, being acutely aware of my current body’s limitation, was merely coming up with an excuse not to overdo it. I didn’t just want to run; I also wanted to roll out my mat with the intention of finding balance between the soft, soothing stretches and twists, to the fierce strength of the warrior sequences.
In the end, the joke was on me. Not only was 6 miles more than enough to keep my already sore glute unhappy, but theMAN also dished out a generous helping of fierce warrior sequences — which, at times, really hurt. The yogis on either of me embraced the routine while I, on the other hand, struggled considerably.
In the same way my body forced me to cut my run short, it also demanded that I come out a few of a few of the poses early too. As the pain in my arse screamed at me to stop, I silently cursed at myself for being weak. Defeated Warrior Pose is NOT one of the asanas!
While I was exceedingly frustrated during class, I am now happy to have not felt the need to push past the pain in order to run another few miles or to hold a pose for another few minutes. There’s just no need. That part of this whole experience is kind of cool. And that’s no joke.