This past Monday, I was all psyched to get home, gather my gear, and head to Kula for class with Kinndli. I really wanted a great stretch and rinse to cap off Sunday's wonderful workout.
After getting home, I gathered my stuff as planned, sent off an email to my friend, and headed out the door. I got to Kula with just enough time to change and get on the mat... or so I thought...
In the changeroom, I changed into my shirt. As I was looking through my bag I realised something - my capris were not there! No! The only pair of pants I had were the nylon sweat pants was wearing. Trish was there and challenged me to go in there and take the class. I did not bite. There was nothing in the lost and found that would fit me either. As much as I could have been tempted, I would not have felt right. For one thing, I hate leaving class and heading home sweaty. For another, I was feeling run down and the temperatures we have been experiencing would not have helped matters. I think I was making up stories along the way. There had to be a message to all of this...
After beating myself up for a bit, I left class and went home. I thought about what this could be meaning for me at the moment. Did I really miss the chance for a breakthrough by not going to class with what I had, or did I do myself a favour by not exerting myself when I was already running low? Hmm...
In the end, I just had to dust myself off and let it go. Kinndli's classes will always be there. The Baptiste Power Vinyasa style will always be there. Yoga will always be there... I must learn from that experience and go into the next experience with mindfulness.
After getting home, I gathered my stuff as planned, sent off an email to my friend, and headed out the door. I got to Kula with just enough time to change and get on the mat... or so I thought...
In the changeroom, I changed into my shirt. As I was looking through my bag I realised something - my capris were not there! No! The only pair of pants I had were the nylon sweat pants was wearing. Trish was there and challenged me to go in there and take the class. I did not bite. There was nothing in the lost and found that would fit me either. As much as I could have been tempted, I would not have felt right. For one thing, I hate leaving class and heading home sweaty. For another, I was feeling run down and the temperatures we have been experiencing would not have helped matters. I think I was making up stories along the way. There had to be a message to all of this...
After beating myself up for a bit, I left class and went home. I thought about what this could be meaning for me at the moment. Did I really miss the chance for a breakthrough by not going to class with what I had, or did I do myself a favour by not exerting myself when I was already running low? Hmm...
In the end, I just had to dust myself off and let it go. Kinndli's classes will always be there. The Baptiste Power Vinyasa style will always be there. Yoga will always be there... I must learn from that experience and go into the next experience with mindfulness.
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