If you’re reading this blog, the likelihood is you know a little something about mindfulness. That calming sense of here and now – being present within a moment and allowing past and future worries to stay where they’re meant to be.
If you were going to become famous for one thing, what would you want it to be? Maybe your forearm balances simply need to be seen across the globe, or you’ve discovered a mouth-watering, sugar-free chocolate replacement? (Please? Anyone??) How about your hugs? Are they worth shouting to the mountains about?
There you have it: one man, one month, and a whole lot of yoga. I completed my challenge — yoga (nearly) every day in July. There were a couple rest days, a few classes unfinished and more Child’s Pose than I care to admit, but I made it!
I’m approaching the final stretch of my every-day-in-July yoga challenge, and this week definitely felt more like the ‘one step back’ after ‘two steps forward’. Last week I imparted just a few nuggets of knowledge that I’ve picked up along my yogic journey. This week, in some bizarre pseudo-teenage rebellious act, I decided to completely ignore nearly everything I’d said.
So here I am, embarking on week three of doing yoga every day in July, and how do I feel? Knackered. Thankfully in that glorious, “I’ve earned this tiredness!” kind of way, but nonetheless I’m pooped. I have learnt various lessons this past week. The ups and downs have heightened a bit from last week, as my body is being pushed further and further. Gather round and let me impart!