What was I thinking?
Last year I made two decisions for 2013. The one was to write more. The other was to start yoga again. Good, stretching, challenging ideals.
I’d done yoga before, but had a about a year’s break and I’m really a complete novice when it comes to the practice.
I decided that I’d challenge myself and chronicle my journey at the same time. Ha!
Along came elephant journal with the opportunity to write. Wonderful! Tick that off the list. Now my inspired idea of practicing yoga and sticking to something for a change. I was going to tell the world about my glorious yoga journey!
Right mess I’ve got myself into now. I mean, I’m committed, aren’t I? Someone may read this blog and actually want to know what happens next? What was I thinking?
So, I dutifully made contact with my wonderful teacher and took myself off for my first yoga class of 2013. As I watched a bunch of grey haired people filter in, I was secretly delighted! “This is going to be a walk in the park,” I thought to myself. “I’m the youngest person here! Ha!”
The next thing I know, they’re all twisted up like pretzels! They’re doing shoulder stands! They’re touching their toes with ease. Their knees touch their noses. They’re not cracking a sweat. They’re not even groaning. They are doing stuff that I can only dream of at this stage!
That’ll teach me (for the zillionth time) not to make assumptions.
Shoulder Stand for Dummies.
My darling teacher saw my dilemma with the shoulder stand and took great pity on me. She put me up against the wall and got me to practice the motion of lifting. So there I am trying to heave my carcass up into a semblance of a shoulder stand. Unfortunately my carcass was having none of that. So I decided to just sit and stare at the “oldies” in awe whilst sweating copiously!
Do you know that there was a stage in my life when I could bite my own toenails? *shudder* A passing phase, many, many, many moons ago, but a testament to my flexibility nonetheless.
If I ever manage to do a shoulder stand, well, the gravitational logistics of where my boobs and belly will go are another matter completely! I guess my butt will want to be involved as well. Sigh
But as I said to my friends: If you want to practice yoga in the most beautiful, peaceful studio with a wonderful teacher and lots of laughs, then join in. The monthly fees are worth paying just to watch me try to haul my butt up the wall!
“Come on, come and climb the walls with me,” I say.
The Butt Challenge.
I’m currently “practicing” twice a week in the evenings and if I’m feeling really adventurous, I go on a Saturday as well. I am determined that by the end of the year I’ll at least be able to get my butt to touch my legs when we kneel in the pose of the child. Only person there with that big old butt pointing straight up in the air!
I mutter silent expletives like “&%@#ing hamstrings” and “sh*t, sh*t, sh*t” whilst trying to find a comfortable position balancing on my knees and forehead. Surely I didn’t sleep like that as a kid!!
One of my supple, skinny, amazingly graceful daughters has joined me at yoga classes. I’m probably embarrassing her terribly with my wall climbing and butt pointing antics. As I like to remind her though, this “old” body carried her and her sister—together—for nine months thank you very much!
It’s time it got some lovin methinks!
Watch this space!
The Next Level for other Wannabes.
If you want the inside story on what really happens in a yoga class, read Rob Pollak’s article to get the lowdown. That way you may not end up climbing the walls!
Dawn Meysel hails from South Africa. Wife, Mother of Twins, Lover of books, her bed, her family, her two Zen Masters (her cats) and chocolate. She’s astounded by love and grace, appalled at hatred and injustice. Intrepid seeker of Truth, student of the soul and spirituality, counselor, friend. She’s part of a nation clawing its way to restoration, forgiveness and healing. There’s still a long way to go but she’s excited to be alive at this time with SA’s rainbow nation, cultural and religious diversity and really good, funky food! She’s a novice student of yoga, a vegetarian, animal rights activist and non flakey in the nicest way! She lives by two mottos, “This too shall pass” and “Now, with God’s help, I shall become myself.”
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Ed: Kate Bartolotta
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