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  • I went to my regular yoga class tonight. I left crying.

    I was motivated, since I skipped last week's class. I worked 35 minutes of intervalls on the treadmill as a warmup. Entered the yoga room sweaty and ready.

    It was a challenging class. Some cardio, some strength. As always after a long yoga paus, struggle to find the right breathing.

    72 minutes of hard work. Giving it all. Doing my best. Wanting to perform.

    And then; "Now you have three minutes of doing nothing."

    That's when I cried. When it was time to relax. It just happend. Yoga beat the hell out of me. Physically, I was tired, yes, but the tears came from emotions.

    Yoga does that to me. Makes me deal with my emotions. It's the best kind of therapy. I'll keep going to the Sunday night class. Taking the risk of leaving in tears.
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