I’ve been missing my hatha yoga lately. Bikram, as you know is my yoga of choice. Work, studying, and teaching is the formula I’ve been running as of late.
Unfortunately, I’ve been practicing less and less so when I do get my chance in the hot room, I push as far as I can go. I want sweat dripping and pooling around me. I want to go to my edge in the postures so I can go further next time. I don’t allow myself to sit.
Until I am forced to.
The crappy mix of little practice, lots of work, not enough rest, too much intensity has finally caught up to me in the form of illness. Twice. In a month.
Naturally, I had anger and frustration, as this has taken away what little practice I could squeeze in. I was a yogi. A teacher. I needed my practice. So at first I didn’t let it stop me. I dragged myself to class, when I could. It wasn’t an ego thing, but more of a ‘maximize what I can in the little time what I have’ thing. I cram as much as I can into my days, as if the days are shoeboxes being filled with old photographs. Yoga was in that shoebox.
What I had realized after my last disastrous Bikram class, was that I have been spinning and running and working so hard that I crossed the line between dedication and obsession. I’ve been so focused on certain goals that I had applied the same level of intensity into everything else around me including yoga. And I’ve become unforgiving to anything and anyone that got in my way.
But like any grip that is too tight, or a plant that receives too much sun or water, intensity can be harmful. Even Bikram says ‘too good is no good!’
It gave me some food for thought: are my struggles lately been because of too tight a grip on those goals? Would I have more success if I eased up a bit? Am I willing to take a chance that I’m not going to fail if I slow down a just a little bit?
My challenge now is taking a step back, see what I might gain.
Only time will tell, and I’m resisting the urge to shove that into the shoebox, too.