Progress indeed

My teacher Pat praised my posture at the yoga class last night. This is a new experience for me - as you remember this is something that never happens to me: exercise is not something I'm good at. Yes, loved ones have praised my achievements before and it feels good too, but to have someone else who doesn't have to do it, who sees a lot of people each day doing this and still chooses to praise me in front of the class... that's different.

I know I have made progress. I've been quietly happy about my increasing flexibility and better asanas. But why does the fact that somebody else thinks so too suprise me so much? My exercise traumas are deep indeed.

Later: What can I say? At today's class my ashtanga teacher Karen praised the same asana than Pat: Baddha Konasana.