I have been diligently attending a yoga studio in Savannah.  I am very determined to maintain my practice while in the mountains.  In fact, I was very excited about yoga in the mountains – this is what I envisioned:

(I probably don’t have to say this, but just in case – that is not me.  Photo courtesy of www.wonderjeck.blogspot.com)

I have encountered some obstacles though.

It isn’t because I am unprepared.  In anticipation of this week in the mountains, I purchased the Baron Baptiste Yoga Bootcamp set.  I bought a second mat and towel that I could leave in the mountains.

It isn’t because I am not disciplined.  Some might say I am psycho about exercise; I prefer to think of it as mildly obsessive compulsive.

It also isn’t because Baron’s pronunciation of “inhale” and “exhale” as “in-hay-el” and “ex-hay-el” drove me crazy.  Although I admit that was a challenge I had to overcome.

And it certainly isn’t because I don’t have time.  Mountain living is way more relaxed and unstructured than “big-city” Savannah living.   Conceptually, the yoga lifestyle meshes so well with the pace of life in the mountains.

Here is the problem – I make it about half way through Baron’s CD, when he instructs me to lay down on my back to start the core work.  As I am working my way into boat pose, Baron tells me to focus my gaze gently just beyond the tip of my nose.   I try, but this is blocking my view – and any further movement: