It’s a stretch to get up early in the morning. To turn up on a yoga mat rather than turn over under the duvet. I am not made of such stern stuff. I’ll only get out of bed at 6am if it’s to return five minutes later with coffee in hand. A very different pace from these mornings.
Whilst I can’t face it in the morning, yoga at the end of the day, in a hot room, is just my kind of winter stretch. I’d never done any hot yoga before this year. I’ve always plumped for flow classes, moving quickly from one pose to the next with each breath, stumbling quickly through any that were a little difficult.
I thought holding each pose for ten breaths would be boring, but the focus it requires actually feels fantastic. It demands my full attention, no drifting thoughts. It’s given me time to think about each stretch and have plenty of practice at balancing. I also spend most of the winter feeling vaguely chilly so it’s a treat to spend time letting my muscles really warm up. So, for at least a little while longer, I’m using the ‘too cold’ excuse to keep my head under the duvet in the mornings, but not in the evenings.