My sister moved to New Zealand last month. She is a massage
therapist and what I call an Earthy person. I use the term affectionately and I
give her a hard time about it but the truth is, she definitely is in tune with
her passion and she steers me in the right direction. She, for years has
preached yoga to me. So I begrudgingly tried it and dabbled in it.
I don’t remember the names of the poses, I don’t own a
special mat, I don’t know why the guy in the video doesn’t get a haircut or why
the Instructor at the lunchtime yoga class talks in such a low quiet voice…but
what I do know is I need yoga.
Aging is a nasty thing. You deny your body is getting old
and try and explode into flying kicks and sprint the track and punch out a set
of 50 deep pushups like its no big deal. Brush it off, look at the young ones
and give them the twinkle in your eye “that’s right punk… I still got it”.
Once I am home I search for the heating pad, ice pack and my
blanket to cower in.
But the yoga deal, as I have come to realize is all about
keeping me in the running. I see now, how it is a combination of long stretches
combined with breathing, being in the moment to find those deep hidden muscles
that get ignored. Working on maintaining their length, pliability and mobility
to prevent injury from overzealous moves
and over ambitious training.
I no longer scoff, dabble or belittle the art of yoga. It is
clear I need to incorporate it into my day, every day. Something else to add
but I think without it, I may find myself on the sidelines more often, from
injuries, that could have been prevented merely by taking the time for some
preventative measures.
When she left last month, she left me a duffel bag, yes,
with a selection of yoga DVDs , a yoga mat and a Zen clock??-not sure about that
one yet – anyways, time to dig into the bag, thanks sis!
Hay, we are doing power yoga in next weeks fitness class. The students have requested it. You should come join us. You'll work hard. . .and stretch.
ReplyDeleteI love your lighthearted humor you add into your blogs, it makes me laugh out loud, and smile. Thanks! (And I would love to have a cup of tea with you too.)