Whew….The yoga ship is still out in rough seas folks. Not too long ago, I shared my recent experience of having a horrible class. Ok – they happen. But you know what I think is really going on here? I hate to say it, but the yoga hole is back.
To cheer myself up, I revisited my post from sometime ago about the yoga hole. That was a good idea because I got this little reminder:
The yoga hole is not a fun place to be, but it is a necessary place to visit. It’s not like visiting an awful relative for the sake of playing nice. No. This is one of those places you have to visit in order to kick things up a notch. It’s like taking bad medicine. The yoga hole is all for your own good.
That horrible class I had the other day when my yoga ship sank? That was a Class V yoga hole (see here for my classification system). Recently I’ve been experiencing a whole wave of Class III’s. This means that most of the class sucks and I feel like I should get a trophy just because I am in the room.
I realized I was in a yoga hole today when I wanted to sit down during the first set of half-moon (ok…honestly, I wanted to sit down in the second set of pranayama). I will myself to SH2K before I took a break. I think I sat out or minimized some of SH2K. Although I am writing this a mere eight hours after class I honestly cannot tell you what I did in SH2K today. Something happened. I’d need video to clarify what exactly.
At some point I reminded myself that there are only a limited number of things I can control, and the quality and experiences I have in class do not fall under my jurisdiction. I can control exactly three major things: (a) my hydration, (b) my nutrition, and (c) my breath. I can make sure I have enough fluid in me, have eaten properly, and am concentrating on how I breathe. I cannot control if I feel like vomiting, if I feel dizzy, or how far I go into a posture. I have to accept this. I mean, sure, I can fight myself but where does that get me? Not too far. Plus, I felt a lot better once I accepted things being out of control. I found it easier to go with the flow for the rest of my yucky class.
I’ll be out of the hole eventually. We all fall in, and we all fly out. I think the challenge here is to learn to find the joy of this stupid yoga hole. I’m not sure how to do that, but I’ll try.