I started my day off at a yoga class one of my Mom friends was teaching locally. Nothing says “Namaste” or “I’m going to have a great day”, as taking a kick-ass class at 8 AM on a Saturday morning. I sweated and grunted and somehow managed to complete the class without falling over, which was amazing, because even though she said it was Yoga 1 level, what she meant to say was that it was Yoga 1 for people who could do headstands with little effort.
I was proud that I was able to finish, even while discovering that I am really weak. I mean really weak. And I’m not joking around. Those poses may look easy, but unless you’re strong, and even if you are strong, your muscles will quake while you hold them. I pushed my body and moved it in ways I didn’t know was possible. This seems to be a theme in my life right now.
In January I began a couch to 10 mile training program (yes you read that correctly, MILES) for the Cherry Blossom 10 miler on April 7th. (I have tendency to bite off a large chunk) I followed my training religiously and felt great, until I was struck down by the stomach flu. And then my two boys were struck down by the stomach flu. All this happened 1 ½ weeks before my race. Let me tell you, the stomach flu can play with your mind. It will make you believe that you will NEVER eat again. And make you doubt your ability to even walk 10 miles. But on race day, I felt great, besides nerves, and off I went, completing 10 miles without stopping. Slow, but heck, who cares? I didn’t – because I did it! I DID IT!
And then, two months later, I find myself in Jess’ class, moving and stretching and pushing myself beyond my physical boundaries again. And it felt great. Really freaking hard, but great.
This is something I’d like to teach my boys by example – how to push through, even when things are really tough. Someone once told me that just when you don’t think you can stand one more minute, to hold on because the light is right around the corner. So true and so hard. It can be hard to grow. Or run 10 miles, or hold a yoga pose. As adults, most of us have learned that few things come easy and that you often have to wallow through the muck to find the good stuff and grow. As I learned in the winter, you have to put the miles on your legs by running five days a week in order to complete a ten mile race. You just don’t go out and run 10 miles. Unless, of course, you are a professional runner or slightly insane. And I can’t expect to just whip my legs up into headstand if I can’t even hold myself up in plank pose for 15 seconds. Practice and practice and more practice.
So I started my day with a challenging but rewarding activity. I’d like to say that the rest of my day was Zen and just flowed, but 15 minutes after the class, I realized that I had lost my iphone. I still had to race home because my husband was late for work (some days I really dislike his schedule). After loading my boys into the car, driving back to the studio, dragging them in and sneaking into the next class, I found my phone. Perhaps I wasn’t the best example of a Zen-like person for those 25 minutes, but I’m still a work in progress. And in spite of the iphone mishap, it was a great way to start the day. I now have another goal in my sight. Can anyone say chaturanga?
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