It's the night before I start again.
Tomorrow, I plan to be back in the hot room and starting back down the path of a regular Bikram yoga practice.
I'm nervous, to say the least. It's been 27 months since I had a regular practice. I've taken some classes here and there but my life has been largely void of yoga, or anything fitness related, in some time.
Stopped by the clinic and had my weight and blood pressure checked (253 and 126/84). BP is good and, surprisingly, I weigh less now than when I was first introduced to yoga. Still, long way to go.
I know I can do this.
I will persevere. I will work and stretch and breathe. I will succeed.
After a long detour, I'm back on the road.
If you're interested, follow along with me. Find your own mat. Get back on it. We can do it together.
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There is one thing I am sure of. Tomorrow, I will take class with a heavy heart. One of my first Bikram instructors passed away a few days ago. She taught some of the toughest classes I've ever taken (she held poses seemingly forever at times, and would turn the fans off at the start of class so things would get extra juicy). She also loved to play her guitar and sing and had a great laugh. She left us far too soon, and I will be thinking of her while in class.