Yoga is hard.
It’s not particularly relaxing, although sometimes a stretch will release a bit of long-held tension. But otherwise it requires a great deal of effort to move into and hold a pose, engaging all my muscles, and pushing my body that is not particularly balanced, flexible, or strong in the upper body.
But as I pull down my too-high shoulders, pull back my too-wide shoulder blades, and push up my head and chin, I fight against a mind that will NOT become quiet.
While I cannot give up incline running, swimming, the precor, or dancing, I find myself making time once or twice a week – in the studio, the gym, or home – to practice yoga and become stronger.
And I don’t love it. It doesn’t give me the thrill of a good cardio fight. But at the end, I can reach a little farther, hold little longer.
And that’s good enough for me.