O meu corpo por mais desporto que tenha feito, ali parecia uma barra de cimento, todos os dias encontrava músculos que nem sabia que existiam. A minha cabeça que sempre foi acelerada, ali eu vivia uma avalanche intensa de pensamentos e emoções que roçavam em grande na frustração, não sabia por onde começar, ela falava-me de respirar, mas qual respirar?! Tudo me custava! E por mais vezes que viesse à aula, continuava sem dar uma para a caixa.
A professora ia falando comigo, dando-me força para continuar, afirmava que a grande maioria começava assim e que pela prática tudo iria mudar. Até que um dia destes tudo mudou, eu apercebi-me que já não era aquela mulher desengonçada, eu já respirava e sentia-me a respirar, as posturas estavam mais fáceis e os músculos já não gritavam de dor por nunca se terem mexido daquela maneira. No dia que me apercebi realmente que estava a fazer Yoga, foi quando, na minha nova maneira calma de praticar, ouvi a professora a dizer "Susana, não é essa posição, é esta... Susana, esqueces-te do Utthita Trikonasana B... Susana, respira. Susana...Susana." Apercebi-me que existia uma nova novata na aula e sorri e continuei o meu Yoga.
"Now that it passed more time, and I see others as I was, it gives me great will to laugh. I had a feeling when I started practicing Ashtanga, which is just me that felt that way. Even that i did more classes, I kept forgetting the order of the postures, i trembled everywhere, my body was like a real rare bird. What a shame! I felt the black sheep of the room, everyone else was there doing everything right, they did everything right and I was constantly listening to the teacher to call my name. "Sara, you forgotten the previous position. Sara, the arms are out to the sides. Sara, your legs should be farther away. Sara, turn your face up and not down. Sara ... Sara ..." And every single time there was a "Sara", i had the feeling that everyone in the room knew it was me! What a shame! I tried to memorize well the moves but it seemed that I could not access my memory, that had nothing of elephant.
My body for more sport i have done, there it seemed a cement bar, every day i found muscles that i did not know existed. My head has always been accelerated, there I lived intense flood of thoughts and emotions that brushed largely in frustration, i did not know where to start, she talked me to breathe, but what breathing ?! Everything it costed me. And even if i go more often to class, i still did not know nothing.
The teacher would talk to me, giving me strength to continue, she said that the vast majority of people began like that, and that the practice would change everything. And one day, I did realized I was no longer that gangly woman, I breathed and felt breathing, the postures were easier and the muscles no longer screamed in pain by never have moved that way. On the day I realized that i really was doing Yoga, was when in my new calm way of practicing, i listen to the teacher saying "Susan is not this position is this ... Susan you forget the Utthita Trikonasana B. .. Susan, breathe. Susan ... Susan. " I realized that there was a new newcomer in class and i smiled and kept doing my Yoga.