Day #3 - If they told me it was Astanga... aargh!

Evening yoga class turned out to be Astanga, which I strongly dislike.  But I stuck with it, swearing I'd not take another night class... slowly swearing I'd only come once a week... turning into maybe every 3 days.  Astanga is a very fast paced yoga class, in which,  a decade back, I progressively tore both of my rotator cuffs.  You move through poses so fast and do so many down dogs, it just rips your shoulders to shreds if you don't move into every posture perfectly.  That means you can't get tired and hang while in down dog, and must maintain precise control when moving through this fast-paced sequence.  Despite hating Astanga, I felt good at the end of class, and as the evening progressed, I noticed a lot of energy.  In fact, my energy has been increasing hour-by-hour, day-by-day.  All due to Ayurvedic treatments and herbal medicine, healing vegetarian food, a calm and happy atmosphere, cows, asana classes, meditation classes, and the healing vibe of Rishikesh!  Yay!
Yes, cows... they pass by, ambling down the dirt road in front of the ashram, several times each day!

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