Instead of eating self-made Indian chocolate in the evening, I sat on my sofa with a book. Since a few months a book sits on one of the book piles here, inspired by Tim's post I opened it today. I speak about the book by Haruki Murakami on running and writing. It is a quite book.
It is difficult to compare running with doing yoga. A few similarities seem to be obvious. It is hard sometimes. Pain is felt. It is not only pure joy. "No pain, no gain", I heard several times in India. To find a way to handle it makes the difference of those who go on and those who give up after a while. Knowing that pain will be felt is already the first step not to be overwhelmed by it. To accept it is the next step. Focus, breathing help to deal with it.
For me it was a huge success already to accept that my first surya namaskara is a bit stiff, the second is already less stiff in best case. A development can be observed. The body goes from stiff to flexible. The Ashtanga practice is not a show that is perfect and even from the beginning to the end. Every day it is the same game. The flexibility that is felt at the end must be worked out. Every morning.
Buh, this all makes me so curious how my practice will be tomorrow morning. How will I be able to handle the pain tomorrow?
Time to go to bed.
Picture: A building in Passau.