Following up on an entry a few days ago, I went to Thrive Yoga three days in a row — my usual weekend classes and a hot yoga class on Monday morning. Each day opened up a different view on my body as I played with the boundaries of my practice. Moving into handstand in the middle of the room, without a wall to serve as a back-stop going into and out of a headstand from crow pose; dealing with the new balance requirements in tree pose of placing my foot on my thigh, rather than on my calf; noticing that when I'm in an inversion, like plow or shoulderstand, my stomach no longer suffocates my breath by pressing down on my diaphragm. These small nuances in my practice are the blessings that come each class and keep my routine from getting monotonous.

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