so i did something today that under normal circumstances, i should be proud of but given a subversion of the movitation, i am left to laughing at my silly ways. yet again, i attend a yoga class because i think the yoga teacher is the greatest thing since fried rice. not only does she perform insane acts of yoga but she is ultra cool in a all too approachable way. my yoga buddy and i joke about when we get to see her again (t minus 8 hours) and our yoga is getting progressive better. it’s not a horrible movivation to go to yoga because you have a fancy for the yoga but at one point i was beginning to feel guilty that i was betraying my regular teacher. although i love my regular teacher’s class , i’ve to be able to push myself in almost any of the classes i take. i love the intensity of something that looks so seemingly easy and basic as ‘stretching’. but truly, it is an amazing exercise in the present moment as it relates to your mind, body and breath. today, my breathe was abnormally stronger than usual and i felt it’s power when i became one with it during some particularly intense asanas (poses). one day, my body may be as open and flexible as my mind but today, i am happy that i was inspired by a teacher in all the ways a young man should be inspired by. lastly, the fact that she has a boyfriend makes it all much easier to be inspired without feeling total subversion in my movivation. certainly, after over a hundred of yoga classes in this past year has proven my commitment to the yoga and not all the interesting women that dominate the sport. at this point, i have to to master it to a level that i wouldn’t require a teacher to sustain the practice outside of the yoga studio. i figure in a couple of years, i should be well into my intermmediate stages and would be able to do a head stand for over 25.6 mins. my landlord can do 20 mins after only a year of semi serious practice, so i think i am up for taking it to his level at least.
