Me and my yoga mat have been through a lot after nearly a decade together.
My yoga mat has been my solid foundation as I charge through my poses with energy and light.
My little blue friend has absorbed countless litres of my salty sweat – and a few of my salty tears.
This confidante has listened to my determined and steady breathe as I push my physical boundaries.
It’s channeled my inner mantras as I silently repeat my intentions for each practice.
On my yoga mat, I’ve experienced meditation, exhilaration, consternation, frustration, adoration and liberation -from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes.
Me and my yoga mat have been through a lot. But the beauty is that the journey has only begun.