Something happened during my practice a few days back. It was my second day of doing both an Ashtanga practice in the morning and a 90 minutes Flow class in the evening. It was a challenging class (as always) but fun and I felt so good. It’s the closest I’ve reached to a “yoga high” comparable to a “tango high”. If you have no idea what I’m talking about you can read in one of my first blog posts about when I was a tango dancer. Or maybe I’m still a tango dancer just in hibernation.
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