After premeditating my own failure in completing the 30 day challenge, I sucked it up and went to class. I also gave myself permission to do as little as humanly possible if that’s what my body wanted. I wasn’t ready to quit, but I also wasn’t ready to damage myself for the remainder of the summer.
There are no rules when it comes to doing what is right for yourself. Unfortunately, our body can be the voice we are least likely to listen to. By practicing what I preach (for once) I found that I could have a great class. Showing up is half of the battle. Finding stillness in the heat is a battle. Finding my breath. Finding presence. Those are skills taught through practicing yoga outside of the postures.
When class was over I double checked how many days I’ve completed- 9?! What the what- I was so excited that I tricked myself into thinking this was day 10.