Half a yoga

After waking up at 5 am and going to work by 7 am yesterday, I was home at five. I wasn't feeling to bad, so I decided it would be a perfect time to get to a yoga class - maybe the jet-lag and the problems with sleeping would disappear with a good practice. So I packed my bag and went... it was really nice to see all the familiar faces, hugging and kissing everyone and hearing the latest news.

Practice was rocking: the breath was like a dream, I was feeling strong, sweating beautifully... until about mid-way when I suddenly started feeling very weak and ill. Dragon has been ill with cold for about four days and even took a sickie yesterday, so I was sure I was getting what he's having. I went to child's pose, keeping the breath, joined the class at Hanumanasana, did a few vinyasas, put my jumper on, did couple of forward bends... but I still wasn't feeling any better so I just spent rest of the class in Savasana breathing deeply. As my teachers keep saying: "As long as you're breathing, you're still doing yoga".

And in many ways breathing is what I've missed the most about yoga. Breathing was one of my true discoveries last year, or the importance of it. I now know that if I'm feeling anxious, I'm not breathing properly - I'm not saying I can prevent a panic attack by breathing (but it certainly helps quite a bit) - but also breathing properly makes me feel better in any situation. When feeling tired or sluggish, when I have a bad posture on the computer, breathing deeply helps.

After class Jason told me not to worry about it. I went home and ate a bit, and went to bed. And slept like a baby, a normal nights sleep, waking up at a normal time. Yep, yoga can cure anything. (Except the common cold. I think I'm definitely having Dragon's cold now.)

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