It’s fairly early on Saturday morning and it’s far too cold to venture outdoors just yet. It’s been a week of crazy snow, even crazier sunshine, and no certainty or pattern to any of it. I think that’s a metaphor for something. Probably yoga.
Speaking of which, I love yoga now! I’ve wanted to love yoga for some time. I took a power yoga class in college and wanted to die. We parted ways for a few years and I tried again. But, it’s never been a natural fit (like skinny jeans) and it’s usually a year or two between attempts. Well, since my knee injury and subsequent near-incapacitation, I warmed up to pilates, which is essentially yoga-light.
Now, I’ve moved on to the hard stuff. I did a 53-minute power yoga series (in my living room, of course) and felt my spine rubbing against itself in wholly new ways. It was so, so hard. It was downward dog to slow push-up to cobra to “Holy balls, are these skinny bastards trying to kill me!” and now I’m okay with it. I’m so sore in areas I didn’t know could be sore (armpit pain is a new one), but I felt like I accomplished something in getting through it at all.
I’m going to stick with it a few weeks and see how it goes. I’m far too chubby and oafish to consider a public class right now, but perhaps that could be a goal for some time down the line. The teacher at the college is named Sunny. I’m just not ready for that.
I think we all have a picture in our heads of who we want to be. Mine has always been the cool outdoorsy chick who looks great in lycra pants and a ponytail, who does yoga when she’s not rock climbing and running through the wilderness. It’s uplifting to feel even a smidge closer to that picture. It’s a shame it took me this long to get closer, but oh well.
In other news, gluten-free is suiting me. (So is making up catchy, rhyming phrases about being gluten-free.) Of course, I miss pizza. A lot. But, I feel tons better. My PMS was even better, which is probably way too much information, but it’s true! Headaches are better. Depression is better. Stomach problems are pretty much gone. It’s a pain in the ass, but not the sort of pain in the ass that made me run to the bathroom far too often. This is the kind of pain in the ass that isn’t devastating to one’s work or social life. I’ll take it.
Gotta run! The wilderness beckons!