On Wednesday night I went to a yoga class for the first time in a couple of months. I love yoga and would love to be able to go to a class on a regular basis, but life in the last several months has really gotten in the way of that. There are great prices on yoga wear, so
I’m hoping to turn things around and get there more often, because it really does wonders for me — physically, mentally and emotionally.
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the greatest yogi on the planet. I struggle with the physical aspect (my muscles are extra tight because of stress, running and my unfortunate genetic makeup — thanks again for the ‘lumberjack limbs’, Dad) and I struggle with the mental aspect as well (hello “Monkey Mind”). It feels like a cruel joke from Mother Nature that I’m stuck wrestling with both the physical and mental parts of yoga.
And yet, I still love it. I love challenging both my body and my mind, even though I feel like I’m always fighting to keep up. I love the relaxed high that I feel at the end of class. I love the soreness that I feel the next day when I haven’t been to class in a long time (like this week!)
But there is one particular pose that I struggle with more than others. Pigeon pose.
This pose is a hip-opener, and apparently that’s where I carry a great deal of my mental, emotional and physical stress. It never fails that 30 seconds into pigeon pose, my hips and my heart are both on fire. Pigeon pose pokes me directly in my anger trigger very single time. The longer I stay in the pose, the angrier I become. Leave me in pigeon pose for longer than a couple of minutes and I’m ready to punch the instructor square in the face.
Yeah I know. Not very Zen of me, huh?
I know this means that I need to practice this pose more often, not less…that pigeon pose will likely help me to access deeply-buried emotions that need to come to the surface and be dealt with. But to that, I say: fuck you.
Remember paragraph two? Yeah…that’s the part where I wrote about being a less than perfect yogi.
Screw you, pigeon pose. SCREW YOU.