I went to class this morning. I almost wish I hadn't. It was horrible. NO balance. NO strength. I hit the deck at Triangle and pretty much laid out for the rest of class. It was quite warm in the room, and I consider it a small (very small) victory just to have stayed in the room. Oh, another thing: I had woken up at 4 AM, so I thought breakfast would be OK since class did not start until 10. Wrong. Or, rather, scrambled eggs and coffee were the wrong thing to have. I was queasy the entire class.
I always look forward to going to class. The fact that I have had so much trouble going regularly is really beginning to irritate me. I know that to put everyone and everything else aside just for yoga is wrong. At the same time, I have to look out for myself, right? If I'm not taking care of myself, I can't really take care of those I love, right? So where do I draw the line? I know, the answer is different for everyone. I need to find that balance, though. Soon.
I'm sure most of you know the poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling. Many moons ago (1997), my favorite sports team, the Dallas Stars, adapted the poem for use in the opening of their television broadcasts. It has always resonated with me. The shortened adaptation is as follows:
If
If you can keep your head
When all about you are losing theirs…
If you can force heart, nerve, and sinew
To serve long after they are gone…
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat them just the same…
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Stare down the foe that looms straight ahead.
For the battle is won
Only by those who will fight!
I hope you draw inspiration from it. I still do, at times. It just seems to get harder and harder to summon up the strength for the battle....
Namaste.
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