This is my least favorite time of year. Not only is football season over in February (no matter what team you root for) but it's that month when I really start to feel doughy.
So what to do? I really like running. It's easy. It's freeing. IT'S FREE! But when it's 2 degrees out, I just can't. And the thought of getting on a treadmill just makes me feel too much like someone's pet hamster. So, I decided for the next few weeks I'm going to do YOGA. I was pretty hooked on yoga about 5 years ago. It did amazing things to my body. I was going to several classes a week & could stand on my head and do backbends. (Kris calls it a bridge, whatever!) I stopped going mostly because you have to be organized for yoga. You need to know what level class you're going to take and sign up in advance and have the right clothes ready and all that stuff that I NEVER need to think about as a runner. This may be difficult I know. I don't have the right yoga stuff. And last night I noticed my yoga mat really stinks!
But I'm taking the challenge for the next 5 weeks. I'm meeting a group of my high school girlfriends in INDY in March, & I'd like to feel good for it. Yoga makes me feel strong physically AND mentally. I'm such a beginner. I love that it's called a practice. I try not to spend time looking around to see what everyone else can or can't do - it gives me pangs of inferiority & superiority that aren't productive.
Sometimes my heart gets all full and my eyes water during shavasana. Seriously I've wept. It's crazy, and you may feel a little silly. But then its just you and your mat and God. Nothing to feel silly about. I've read it happens to a lot of people. I don’t know why, and I probably don’t need to analyze it.
It’s my soul I'm sure of it. Thanking me.