Re reading some of my posts from my less responsible days makes me quite nostalgic. I realise how quickly and easily time and events run away with life and one is pm caught up living it that one forgets to take stock, look back, remember and be inspired by what was good and be reminded of what's good now.
I've just read a previous post about a return to yoga after a long break. I've just repeated that return after 5 years and some life changing events. It is comforting and reassuring to read that the process of returning to a strenuous form of exercise was the same then as it is now. Perhaps I haven't lost as much in the fitness and flexibility stakes as I thought I had. I am however, undoubtedly 5 years older. It's a positive that I am not in denial about that!
My return to yoga was a re baptism of fire. Having done almost nothing one would specifically label as "exercise" since 2011 I went for a power yoga class with KBK. It was full on. She takes no prisoners! While I don't pretend to have managed the whole class without a wobble or even a collapse or two I was pleasantly surprised and very encouraged by how much I did manage. I can't do these things half heartedly. I have to give it my all. Every so often during those 90 minutes I had to remind myself of the possibility of injury given my lack of practice and my tendency to try too hard. There are bits that hurt and four classes down the line I've realised they aren't going to stop hurting any time soon.
Nevertheless, it's good to be back in the game.