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My Yoga Challenge
I started yoga later in life than I wish I had and when I did, I simply fell in love.
It helped that I had an awesome instructor and developed a virtually break-free habit.
It helped that my yoga tutor showed up at my doorstep at 6 a.m. most mornings.
It helped that I had a yoga buddy.
It helped that I was in the birth country of yoga and had promised myself that I would learn something new during my temporary two years there.
And then I returned back home to the USA.
I just couldn’t get myself to practice yoga. There was no personal, home-based instructor. No yoga buddy, no pattern established, no inclination to start, too much travel, too transient a stay in a single place, too much work, yada, yada, yada…excuses upon excuses, they just kept multiplying.
I missed yoga like anything but couldn’t get myself to do anything about it. 😦
Enough is enough. I gave myself a talk a couple of months ago. One of those tough talks. Clearly my mind was messing with me. There would be no more excuses. No more BS. I was determined to start my yoga again and keep it going.
I set myself a new goal: Do a few minutes of yoga every day. Without fail. No weekend passes. No holidays.
It would be the first thing I did every morning. No matter where in the world I was.
That’s the nice thing about yoga – all you need is some floor space, a yoga mat or carpet, and you’ve got all the equipment you need to practice and practice well. Plus a pinch of determination to start the practice, and to keep it going.
To make it easy on myself, to ensure follow-through and cut through the “no time” BS excuse, I gave myself a short 15-20 minute daily yoga goal rather than an hour. I actually started with 10 minutes. That’s a challenge that anyone can overcome.
But what a challenge that first 10 minutes was! Tough, tough, tough – with a hugely, inflexible body and fat in new places warping all my poses, what did I expect? But I persisted.
Day after day after day, for the past 70 days (but who’s counting?) without fail, I have practiced my (“petite”) yoga every morning. It’s not much, yet it’s a lot. Twelve Surya Namaskars – that makes 840 so far. But then, who’s counting? Each Surya Namaskar has 12 yoga poses, so that’s 10080 asanas so far. Hmmmm, not such a bad idea to keep counting. 🙂
The Surya Namaskar set is followed by plank for 30-45 seconds, halaasana (plow pose), and lately, vipreet karni.
Finally. A new habit appears to be forming.
Something else has helped me with this new convention – help from background music. Every day, it’s the same music (I did say “habit”, didn’t I?). I play Suprabhatam (a Sanskrit poem that is chanted at dawn at Hindu temples). There’s something soothing yet invigorating about it.
This has become such a regular pattern that now it’s likely Pavlovian. Watch out, if I hear this chant elsewhere, I’ll start performing Surya Namaskars, and you’ll know it’s that yin-yang woman. There are worse things that could happen…
It’s not a done deal, but at least a new journey has begun again. And by writing it down for even one other person to read, I expose myself indirectly extending and enhancing that commitment of mine. Trust me, I’ll take any help I can get – just to keep this routine from getting interrupted ever again. I’m trying to get addicted here and am possibly half way there.
Remember the grace of Surya Namaskar? This awesome performance is still the best video I have seen so I share it again: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVrj2bDnddw
I also found another visually stunning video of Surya Namaskar. Click on the picture below to watch.
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Now, you go get yourself some yoga – you won’t regret it.
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Photo Credit:
By Ursula [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
Yikes, That Was A Close Call!
I really didn’t need that. It made my heart go wild and crazy, for all the wrong reasons.
Sunday morning – just a peek outside when I woke up showed me what a yucky day it was going to be, even more so after the wonderful day before. No bright sunlight today, just heavy rain, fog, wind and clouds. 😦
By early afternoon, we were on the road again heading back home for the work week ahead. It was an uncomfortable drive, not just because of the usual Sunday blues but because it was coming down so heavily. Visibility was terrible and you had to be hunched over the wheel, peering through the windshield to make sure you were on the road and in your lane.
Quite suddenly, an 18-wheeler zoomed by to our right splashing great amounts of water onto our path. Before I knew it, our car was fishtailing, slipping and sliding all over the highway, going from the extreme left to the right lane, then spinning out of control in circles before spinning right off the road onto the shoulder. It didn’t stop even there but continued into the now swampy, grassy undergrowth and kept going for about 50 feet before coming to a stop at a tree line. [I understand now that the scary feat that our car performed was hydroplaning].
Thank goodness for the trees!
Heart beating fast, we checked ourselves. Wow, everything checked out okay. We hadn’t even been touched! Well, except in our rapidly beating hearts and scared-out-of-our-mind minds.
The car was pretty much stuck in the wet mud and would not budge. It was barely visible from the highway. But in this connected age it was not a great hardship to get help, get towed out of the mud and be on our way again. Especially when you consider the possible alternatives!
In that torrential rain and since we were in the boonies, traffic was sparse. Yet some cars stopped to inquire if they could help. Given that we were not easily visible, way off in the distance from the highway, the cars had to pass our location to even spot us. If they happened to see this car oddly stuck in the mud, they took the trouble to stop on the shoulder and back-up in that pouring rain to see if we needed a helping hand. It would have been so much easier for them to keep on driving.
It begged the question, how many times have I gone out of the way to help others – strangers at that – the way these folks had?
Need I even say how lucky, lucky, lucky we were? That was the first near-major accident I had ever been involved in and it (most definitely!) could have been so much worse. Just thinking about all the possible scenarios makes me sick to the stomach!
Kinda puts everything into perspective, it does…
Life is short, folks. Live gratefully.
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Our mini-adventure in pictures [click on a thumbnail to view the images]:
- Whoops, we are not even close to the road anymore!
- Our savior has arrived!
- Towing the car out of the mud and back on the road again.
- Some slid marks we left in the mud, if you look closely
- Looking back at where we had landed; thank you trees!
- Whew, we’re back on the road again. Safe and humbled.
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