What is it about yoga that is so appealing to small children and cats? My daughter is still sleeping at 5:30 this morning, but Kashi could not get enough of me. She especially likes to burrow into my armpits. It figures that our cat with the stinky breath would be attracted to other stinky things. If I do yoga at night, I usually can get all three of them to flop down and observe. I guess they’re attracted to the Namaste.
Yesterday was Bootcamp day. It was a tough one, we had to do chariots. That’s where one person runs with a resistance band around their waist and the other person holds them back. On one section, Dustin told us that whoever got to the end first, their back person would have to do 25 pushups. Turns out, if you really hunker down you can slow a person considerably. I think our trainer was surprised, we all slowed our front people down to a mere crawl. He gave in, he didn’t make us do the pushups. 🙂
But yes, there are two ways you know if your workout it hard. If you get dizzy (I didn’t this time, yeah!) and if you pee your pants. You know, like when you’re laughing so hard, you momentarily lose control? Well, if you were wondering, that can also happen if you’re working out really, really hard. It’s why I always bring a change of underwear. Yesterday, I needed them.
And it was 37 °F when we went out yesterday morning. Brrr. Thankfully, Thursday looks to be warmer.
I slept awful last night and woke up achy. That’s usually a sure sign that I haven’t been taking care of myself. So I did my Kundalini yoga workout today, man, I had forgotten what a difference that can make. I think I wasn’t doing it because I don’t usually think of yoga as a “workout”, it’s more of a mind thing to me and improves my flexibility. But I felt so much better afterwards.
I’m having a perfect Sunday morning. Everything is okay. I love that feeling. I did a little yoga and bellydance this morning. See, I don’t know why I am so lazy, when I always feel so much better afterwards. I got to make myself some tea, read a little of my book, and do nothing.
So, I have to say I love yoga. It’s the best thing I’ve done for myself in awhile. Oh, I love bellydance too, don’t get me wrong, and it was my shameless idolatry of all things Rachel Brice that first got me into yoga. But nothing else has made me feel so at peace in my own skin.
I have to preface this a couple of facts. I have never had a weight problem. I have never had an eating disorder. In fact, much of the unhappiness in my life has been due to my own neuroses, not traceable to any trauma or great disaster. But I was unhappy for a very long time when I was younger, and I used to think often of how great it would be if I could just be someone else. Someone with a rippled abs, bountiful boobs. . . (and yes, a smaller nose). . .ahem.
It’s just so easy to overlook what we have and focus on what we don’t. And ungrateful wretch that I am, I do it too. But I look at my daughter, and she free and beautiful, the same way a tiger or a flower is, unware of its own beauty. Rowan only notices what her body can do. She jumps, she runs, climbs and acts. She simply is. And though my yoga practice is still very much that of a beginner’s, it is nice to see what I can do. There are some things I can do that I had no idea I could do.
Often I feel like there is a running tally in my head. . .did I weight lift twice a week? Did I do my cardio 3X? Did I eat my 5 servings of fruit and veggies? Did I practice my dance? Did I practice my finger cymbals this week? And on and on, the ceaseless chatter of the mind. But with yoga, it is just here, just now, just this breath and nothing else. It is so very different.