Last time I was visiting my folks, I went to the trainer with my 60-something year old mother – it was absolutely humiliating. On every single exercise I was using about half the weight that my out-of-shape, slightly-over-weight mother was using and I was falling down about half the time. Now, I consider myself to be fairly physically fit, hell, I’ve run two marathons, but I was totally outgunned in the strength department.
I have decided to pursue yoga because I think it can help me in two distinct areas 1. physical strength and flexibility and 2. relaxation and mindfulness. I’ve been at it for a few weeks and I can say that without a doubt it’s helping with strength and flexibility but I have yet to find my Chi.
After literally falling on my face for the first few weeks every time I attempted “chuttarunga“ (the downward motion of a push up for the uninitiated) and after being so sore that I was unable to lift my arms above my head, I have turned a corner. I now successfully execute at least one chuttarunga per class and have moved on to balance poses (like standing on one foot for more than a second). So I am definitely making progress towards kicking my mom’s ass next time we go to the trainer together.
The relaxation and mindfulness has been another story entirely. The class always starts with some breathing exercises and mediation. The instructor tells us to close our eyes, let go of our outside thoughts, and focus on the breathing. Inevitably just as I‘m getting into my zone and finding my chi about five minutes into class, someone opens the door and barges in. This is a huge distraction, but I try to maintain focus.
The class is always extremely full. As in, there is about four inches of free space between each yoga mat. So inevitably there is no actual room for said inconsiderate latecomer’s yoga mat, but does this stop him? NO. Undeterred by the lack of space the latecomer literally puts his yoga mat on top of other people’s yoga mats. At this point, my Chi is totally screwed. I tried to hang in there when he made all that noise coming in to the class late but now he’s crossed the line. Literally. He is now in my personal space. I then spend the next 50 minutes of the 60 minute class hoping that the latecomer will collapse with a major, but non-life-threatening, injury, and then hating myself for having such evil thoughts.
Thanks to yoga, I may someday be able to do a push up. Being able to relax and be in the moment for 60 minutes might be another story.