In the past 13 hours, I’ve been to two yoga classes. Returning to my mat after a yearlong hiatus proved to be fun, revitalizing, and challenging, but humbling would be the most accurate.
Let’s backtrack a bit.
When I “retired” from collegiate basketball after my sophomore season, my body—and mind, too—felt absolutely exhausted. Spanning from October to March, the season takes its toll; weight lifting, individual workouts, and team practices pushed my body to the brink, and I felt like my body could breakdown literally any moment. To help my body heal, my sister suggested I try yoga. Something clicked. That summer, my first living in New York City, I discovered Yoga Vida, which became my go-to studio. Since my internship was part-time, I practiced with Hilaria almost everyday, and over the course of three months, my body recuperated and my mind improved. Vinyasa yoga seemed to contradict everything I was told as an athlete—it’s all about winning, push through the pain, etc.—and even though it felt counterintuitive, practicing felt relieving and proved to be a pleasant change. It wasn’t about memorizing rosters, setting screens, and boxing out and rebounding. And I liked it. A lot. My mind and body felt like new, and I realized the importance of having a strong mind-body connection. (This is when I really revamped my eating habits, which I talk about more here.) During this timeframe, I definitely identified as a “yogi”—during my final class of the summer, Hilaria led me through a headstand (not a shoulder stand) series, which I was able to hold for a few minutes.
The following summer, I returned to the city, but with a full-time internship, my yoga practice didn’t take centerstage; I went to the studio as much as possible, which ended up being once or twice a week. This past summer, after graduation, I lived at home and joined the triathlon world, so I obviously spent zero time on my mat. Even though I was excited to move to NYC for a ton of reasons, I was really looking forward to practicing again on a regular basis.
Anyway, fast-forward to last night, my first class in more than one year. I was happy and excited to be back, but I was nervous and knew the class would be challenging. (At the beginning of my yoga journey, I was drawn to Hilaria’s classes because she led a challenging, up-tempo flow that got my heart rate up and because she incorporated ab work into every practice.) For now, I’ll just say this—being in triathlon shape does not equate to being in yoga shape. Sure, there are no intervals and no speedwork, but there is jumping, lunging, and holding your body in positions that seem unnatural. Prior to last night’s class, the last time I sweat that much was … hmmm …
Even after last night’s humbling practice, I went to the studio this morning.
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Was my practice easier and more fluid? Yes. Was it still challenging? Absolutely.
Right now, I don’t know if I identify with the label “yogi.” Honestly, I’m still getting used to calling myself a runner and triathlete. But whether I practice three times a week or three times a month, I know yoga can benefit me as a person, runner, and triathlete. Even though I won’t be holding a headstand inversion in the near future, I’m looking forward to strengthening my muscles, developing my core, and deepening my mind-body connection. Hey, who knows—doing yoga can probably help me from a running and triathloning standpoint, right?
When’s the last time you’ve felt humbled? How did you react?