During the past few months, I’ve seen — but, I’ll admit, not read — a couple handful of posts, from something as big and mainstreamish as Huffington Post to individual blogs, all about quitting Ashtanga.
Judging by the titles and the first line or so (which is about what I see in a Google alert of via Facebook), they are anguished, soul-wrenching accounts of giving up Ashtanga or having Ashtanga, seemingly, give up on the writer.
What’s the deal, I ask.
I know the easiest answer here is: Read them for yourself, dude. And a fair point. But I like to spend my time reading things I think will be productive, and for me these aching accounts aren’t that. I think my discrimination about such things is pretty consistent here.
Perhaps some of you have read them and find something… I don’t know, is it uplifting or affirming? Is it a certain schadenfreude? Do we all really agonize so much about our Ashtanga practices?
And if so, why exactly?
Posted by Steve