I came to yoga because I was searching for a new way to exercise because I was not allowed to run due to a stress fracture in my leg. Running had been my passion, my identity. I had the tightest hamstrings, but I loved yoga. I bought a mat and a year pass. I had a lot to unlearn, like competitiveness to where I would visibly shake. And pushing. Pushing past your edge is great in running, not in yoga. But I learn, and open my heart and my hips. I still remember the first time AY came to substitute for our vinyasa class. She taught a modified primary series. I fell in love again and began practicing Ashtanga. I love how they say that the practice never changes but you do. I love the linking of the breath with every movement. For the first time I felt a connection to something deeper, something beyond just my physical body struggling to get into a pose. I feel a sense of that universal truth that I'd heard about, but had always eluded me. The more I come to my mat, the more compassion I open myself up to, the more connection I feel with something greater than myself. That is my small miracle.
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