26 April, 2012

Fearless and stupid

Today was Power Vinyasa with Kathy.

Before class began, my knee hurt and my shoulder hurt. In fact, my shoulder hurt a lot. So, I decided it would be a good idea to go right up front under the heaters in Kathy's class, and push myself to the limit. Modifications? Hardly? On a couple of the poses, I started off in a modification, but then unmodified into the full pose. The shoulder hurt during class. And after class, the shoulder was undoubtedly the worst it has been in months, or possibly longer.

I guess I get bragging rights for enduring? But I'm not sure that's "yoga." In fact, yoga is the opposite. It's listening to the body and being kind, rather than hearing the body and saying "tough shit."

I'm not really sure what I got out of it other than that. It's not that I wish I didn't go. I am glad I did. And I don't even feel bad about it. But what would be so wrong with trying my best to let it feel good,  at any expense of "pride" or whatever egotistical term comes to mind.

Tonight, it's ibuprofen. Tomorrow, it will be compassion.


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