I have a confession, internet. I’m in a serious yoga rut. I’ve been in a serious yoga rut for almost a month now, and I don’t quite know how to get out of it.
Now, to be clear, this really isn’t a work-out laziness related rut. I’ve been doing some good hiking and swimming and whatnot since the weather has been nice (also because I was in PR. I’m not a polar bear). I’ve been doing barre training. I’m one of those weirdos who will randomly drop and do twenty pushups and continue on with my day (reasons why I’m single #7- I will drop whatever I’m doing and exercise randomly with no warning).
It’s just that recently I’ve been bored on my mat, not as a reflection with whoever’s teaching, but as a reflection of my headspace. I’ve been making up excuses to not practice. Barney Stinson and I went on a long hike on Monday, and I easily could have made it to class when we were finishing up, but I tacked on an extra twenty minute loop just so I wouldn’t make it.
Don’t get me wrong, It’s not like I’ve been completely off my mat. But over the past week that I’ve been home, I’ve been to four different yoga classes, and I find myself unable to reach that metaphorical spiritual itch that I need to scratch. Or really, more like the itch has been lacking all together. Or something. Something with itching and yoga and a stupid metaphor.
I don’t know. Any suggestions?