Ever really wanted to do yoga but can't be bothered to get on the mat just now? Venetia offers us some really honest insights and tips to persevering with our yoga practice! (like how we've tied it in with our month theme of persevering??!)
A regular practise is a great discipline to have. It is discipline that gets you up and off the sofa/out of bed and onto your mat each time. Sometimes, however, there are weeks when every practise is a challenge, when I'm watching the minutes, checking out and fighting the urge to up and walk away….
With this month's theme of perseverance in mind, I've been reflecting on a strange re-occurrence from the last few weeks while here in Costa Rica. I moved a couple of weeks back in search of pastures new. I left my new favourite spot of Nosara where the yoga was great, the studios in beautiful tree top locations and the whole town abuzz with the practise. And stepped into unknown territory curious to see what else there is on offer along the wild and wonderful edge of this country.
On the subject of perseverance, I experience mine being tested particularly when I'm taking a class that isn't my ‘preferred style’; as an ashtanga lover I usually like the dynamic flowing yang styles. Hatha, sivananda, restorative styles aren't the ones that would get me out of bed at the crack of dawn, I'm reluctant to spend my time (and money) on a class that I've already decided I won't enjoy.
Since I'm travelling in a yoga Disneyworld there are an abundance of classes of all styles, everywhere you turn. But like I said something funny has been happening the last week or so, every studio I've gone to here in Santa Teresa (my current pitstop on the Costa Rican Nicoya peninsula) has had the wrong schedule on show (it takes a few days here for the monthly schedules to be updated) so I've turned up to the last four or five classes thinking I was taking an led ashtanga class or a vinyasa flow to find it's been hatha or restorative. Instead of walking away I've been challenging myself to take the class I don't want to. And it's been a lesson in acceptance, non attachment and learning how to stay on my mat when I really really reallllllly am not enjoying the class (lying atop a bolster in 30-something degree heat is just not my idea of a good time)
I'm always thankful for the time and opportunity to take a class, no matter the style, and I'm always grateful to the teacher even if I think their particular style is a fresh kind of torture. It has felt like the universe has been conspiring to make me try something new, perhaps push my boundaries outside of my comfort zone and see if I can not only stay on the mat but stay in the practise, engaged, tuned in, present. Yoga is a gift and perseverance is a small price to pay for the chance to practise.