The Day of Child's Pose

I tried hot yoga, and it's not for me. I tried it a few months ago and found my northwest native self to be a bit more than miserable in the heat. The rule of the studio was that even if you didn't feel well, the students must remain in the class. As a practitioner the only option I was given from the instructor was to take a break either by sipping a bit of water or going into child's pose.

Child's pose comes in a few varieties. I sported the resting my forehead on the mat in the hopes of some kind of relief from being nauseated style. I had done various types of exercises in the past and despite my appearance was in rather decent shape. I had one of the fastest 2k rowing times at Crossfit, and had quite easily completed a handful of 5k runs in the short past before going. However, after class number two child's pose worked until I got up. That is, I got up to pack up my things then headed straight for the restroom where I proceeded to get sick in the sink. Yep, there it was. All my effort and focus around trying to do yoga and I ended up bonding with the studio's sink. Yes, the sink. There was a young lady changing in the restroom. I had very little options.

Reflecting on this memory came to me as I complete a bit of a whirlwind day. Scenarios between my friends, family, and work all blended into a messy concoction of things beyond my control. There was little I could do besides offer a positive word, share a bit of my world and offer up help. 

With all my might, focus and good intentions I wasn't able to child's pose my way out of it. 

There was no reprieve to the realities that sometimes things are just tough, but that doesn't mean the buck stops there. There are sometimes no real reason to explain that even with the best intentions no once can guide me out of my own turbulence with tips or tricks, I just have to plow through. 

I am going to chalk this one up to ...

A: Concerned about my friend who is OK, however was hit by a car today and is too many miles away to drive and check on.

B: Worried about my family. Many who are struggling with health, job and financial burdens.

C: Overwhelmed after the storm. However thankful to have power back there is a lot of clean up and repairs that need to be done.

D: Disappointed that people, (including me) don't always pick the nicest thing to say and refrain from giving advice or commenting inappropriately.

E: I am pregnant. Hormones could be part of it, however most of it is a desire to make sure I take care of myself, which in turn takes care of baby. It is an hourly effort sort of job.

F: Confused on how to approach situations that are sensitive yet for whatever reason I can't let them go.

G: Missing connection. Feeling like getting people to coordinate, communicate and gather is a bit like herding feral cats.

That said, I am still practicing yoga. Skipping the hot yoga until I am in a truly tropical place, then it might just turn into a savasana sort of experience.