Since the start of the year, I’ve gotten back into yoga. I have the New U Yoga and Pilates game for Wii, which I played through and had great success with several years ago. I’ve certainly done yoga long enough (since college), that I’m quite capable of practicing without a game or instruction, but frankly, I like not having to THINK about what comes next when I’m working out in the morning. Just DOING it.
I’ve blown through three levels this week. I think there are 3 more to go. And I know my nemesis pose–CRANE–is coming. But for now I’m enjoying where I am. Oddly, I find my current level easier than the alleged easier levels. It’s very heavy on the legwork–warrior poses and the like, which I do very well. My lower body is a rock. My upper body…I’m STRONG–I regularly deadlift 50 pounds in the form of Daisy several times a day–but that’s TOTALLY different from just holding your arms out for what feels like FOREVER. I’m a total weenie when it comes to that.
It’s always amusing to me how yoga instructors seem all calm and centered and in the moment (and maybe they are)–and maybe the rest of us have this mental image of being the same, being all chill and mindful and having some kind of deep thoughts like a yogi in an ashram somewhere on a high mountaintop. And then there’s the reality.
This morning, as I was going through this level’s variation on sun salutations, the instructor is all telling me to move from three legged dog to lunge, which, for me, entails nothing graceful, but rather this sort of upper body twist and lift of my outside hand in order to get my knee up under my chest. It feels a little like being some kind of epileptic fish or something for a few seconds. No yoga instructor ever looks like this. Which prompted me to wonder if all yoga instructors (women anyway) are flat chested and have perfectly proportioned limbs? Because my boobs (not THAT big) totally get in the way of lunges, and I can’t press my palms flat to the floor because my arms are short to match my short torso. Downward dog is NEVER actually balanced right for me because of said short arms.
Anyway, despite the usual struggle to actually get out of bed and get going in the mornings, I never actually regret doing yoga (or any workout, for that matter). My body feels looser and generally better. So the getting out of bed part is the hardest part. Would be harder without the pups. As soon as they hear somebody stirring they’re like “MOMMY! DADDY! BREAKFAST!” And once you’re up to feed them, it’s usually like “I might as well work out.” Well, except for yesterday, when I was 5 when I woke up and cold in the house and it was just way more appealing to crawl back into my still warm bed. :snuggles: