I took a primary series, led ashtanga class this morning. Strange to go back to a place (meaning an ahstanga class) I’ve been so many times as such a different person. Now that I’m a mom. I’m so much more humble. I’m so much more careful of my body and listening to pain. I did the same practice that could make me throw-up practically when I first did ahstanga, but it wasn’t that physically hard. I guess I’m stronger? I don’t think so. I’m considerably less flexible. I think I’m just more relaxed so there is less effort. It’s very interesting. I enjoyed doing a class led by someone else. I enjoyed how informal the place was. I missed working so hard I felt completely spent for the rest of the day and relaxed. Instead it is just business as usual for me.