So, 6 years ago I embarked on my journey with Ashtanga, introduced via a Teacher Training course that I thought was a good idea at the time. Looking back, it was still a good idea but I had no clue what I was doing or what I was getting myself into. I had, at that point never ever done an Ashtanga class and I remember flopping around all over my mat during the first led class and literally crawling through each Vinyasa.
I remember how my teacher told us in the first module, which was only about 5 days, that we had to practice daily and I remember one day calling her and saying that there was no way I could do this. It was just too hard and I didn't like it. And I really didn't. Like it, that is. I borrowed the David Swenson primary series dvd from my teacher (well, really she pushed it on me) and when I watched it the first time my mouth must've been open the entire time. And when I practiced along with it, I hated every minute. I think I managed about 3 or 4 practices in about the 3 weeks until the second module started. My body AND mind ached before, during and after each practice and I just couldn't get my head around what was going on and what it was all for. Nothing made sense and I could feel the toll my body was taking. I started to feel weird and I was experiencing really strange sensations.
On the morning of the start of the second module of the Teacher Training, I decided to take a pregnancy test. It was about 5am, my husband lay snoring in his childhood room of his parents house while I peed on a stick. We had been back in South Africa for just over a month. I remember running towards the bedroom door and almost bumping into my husband, Darin, who was running towards me, and I showed him the pregnancy test and flung my arms around him. I was pregnant and we were both so happy. We were married just over a year.
Cut to 6 years later where I've had a very broken practice but have managed to keep it almost consistent though not daily since November 2016. Since then I have not managed to practice everyday and it's a goal I set for myself every Sunday and fail miserably at.
So hear I am, making a promise to myself but more to cyberspace and the non-existent followers of this here blog, that as of this Thursday I will start day 1 of 30 days of Ashtanga yoga and document it for ease of completion. If I can do 30 days then I can work on another 10 and apparently it takes 40 days to changed a habit. Let it also be known that every time I get defiant about following through with my practice it is always the day before a moon day (which is tomorrow) which somehow makes me feel even more guilty. It's like I tell myself "tomorrow I'll start my daily practice" but then tomorrow never actually comes because it's a moon day and I can never practice. 😐
So tomorrow I'll post on here again that I'll start "tomorrow" just to put an end to old habits.
