I love Sunday morning yoga. With two little kids and a business to run, I am flat out of time during the weekday mornings. Sunday mornings for me are a time to reflect, renew and revitalize my senses. The house is quiet, the family is asleep and there is only me, my yoga mat and the rising sun.
I take it to my living room which faces out into our backyard. I hear birds singing and the light is just barely cascading through the trees enough to remind me that the morning is fleeting and real life kicks in soon enough. But for now, it’s my time.
Now I prefer this over an overcrowded class at a yoga studio. The group dynamic is great most of the time, but Sunday mornings is only about me. I can practice in my pajamas without even brushing my teeth and no one will care. My focus is better, my breathing is consistent and I find I can go deeper into poses when the distraction of other people is removed. It is in one word: powerful.
I do enjoy all kinds of exercise. Pilates, running, and strength training all have a place in my weekly routine. But once a week, only yoga will do.
