Not so much the two hour class New Years Day, which was challenging, but good challenging. More the SECOND class, Saturday, when my muscles were already exhausted and my downward facing dog was closer to a wobbly plank, and my plank was verging on cobra, and my cobra was pretty much me flat on my face on the floor.
No, really. It was. Seriously.
For real. Mostly.
And the best part about the classes is that before we got all upside down and stretchy, the teachers gave a little... I want to say 'lesson,' but it was more in the vein of 'something to mull quietly in your own way.'
The first day, the teacher talked about being rigorous in our thoughts and actions.
Now, rigorous is a word you don't hear very often. I can honestly, and ashamedly, say I haven't given rigorousness any thought whatsoever in... forever? Maybe because I've always leaned toward a slightly negative take on rigorousness, which can have an implied strictness and inflexibility that makes me uncomfortable.
But in the context of a yoga class, the notion of rigorousness instead meant maintaining awareness and focus, and not letting myself off the hook. Which is an excellent way to start the year, and is probably responsible for my decision to sign up for that second, ass-kicking, class.
What was I thinking? My palms hurt, and my shoulders were shaky, and I felt whiny and wished I were anywhere else but there... and then it was done, and I have to admit I was glad I'd been rigorous.
I was also exhausted. And then my nose started running. And I realized that for the FIFTH TIME in three months, I'm sick. Again.
And this is what I have to say about that:
WHO PASSES OUT GERMS IN THIS TOWN? STOP COMING TO MY HOUSE! I DON"T LIKE YOU. I DON"T WANT YOU HERE. GO. AWAY.
Okay. Sorry for the tantrum.
So now I am rigorously in bed, where I am rigorously blowing my nose, and soon I will be rigorously asleep.
What are you rigorous about? Is rigorousness a state-of-being you've put much thought into?