Sunday 

I slept terribly. Getting into bed at 1am knowing I had to be at yoga at 08:30 wasn’t good. Add to that the nocturnal communication efforts of Clifford (my ginger feline bestie who woke me 3 times) and it’s fair to say I had one of the worst nights sleep I’ve had so far in 2017. 

I was exhausted but because of flying to Rome I had to go to the 08:30 class. No choice.

Without a fanfare as it certainly was not my best class of the last month, I completed yoga class 30. The last class of my 30-day hot yoga challenge; I did it.

Every day for 30 days I have made a commitment to take some time for me. Whether I felt good or bad, if I was happy or sad, if I wanted to or not I got to the studio and practiced. Some days I felt strong and capable and knew my practice was good, and other days I hated it. That’s the thing with yoga though, it isn’t just that time you are on your mat. It’s all day, every day. Yoga impacts your life.

It has changed my body but it’s helped my mind more than anything. I know that by practicing yoga I feel happier, I’m less irritated by the general rub of life. I gave myself an intention to practice everyday and I did it, and even though I have done this challenge before, I am proud that I completed it because no one else could do it for me. It was all me; it is my success. Go me!