Since I ran this morning, as I was driving home I set my heart on doing my yoga practice outside. Even though I read about people doing yoga on beaches and in parks all the time, the idea didn’t even occur to me until about a month ago when I saw a particularly pretty sunrise. Today, the
weather cooperated stars aligned.
Since I have zero experience with yoga on any surface other than a mat over carpet, I was romanticizing the idea of bare hands on wood…big time. You know, being one with nature and all that.
After asking Twitter, I was informed that trying to go without a mat would only result in splinters and tears.
Splinters and Tears ≠ Harmony
Because I swap mats as the mood strikes, today was a pink day.
In case you’re wondering, both of my mats are from Target – I inherited them from my parents about two years ago. They had purchased them for a Community Ed yoga class and discovered that the ancient art was absolutely not their thing.
Obviously I didn’t complain when I took up yoga and it was absolutely…free.
I keep on telling myself that someday as a reward for maintaining a successful practice, I’ll splurge and treat myself to all sorts of expensive yoga gear. But then my practical half intervenes and I’m reminded that not only am I a solo-artist (I practice on my own in our basement), but my gear actually works pretty darned well.
Mats and gear aside, after I managed to tune-out the hum of our air conditioner, I really did find it to be more peaceful than what you can achieve indoors.
Confession: It’s not all glamor all the time.
Sometimes, the 21 Day Yoga Challenge involves you rolling into the house around midnight, doing a downward dog in your walk-in closet and hopping into bed to fall into the deepest of sleeps.
THAT pose was sponsored by Paulaner’s Hefeweizen.
I’m just trying to keep it honest, kittens.
Have you ever practiced yoga outside?
Where do you get your yoga mats/apparel?