|9/30/2013 10:00:00 AM|
Nancy finds yoga relaxing
During the hot weather, do you get caught up with chores that you have put off?
I’ve been trying to get some thank you notes written because I feel guilty if I don’t respond.
My little Italian mother, who barely had part of a grade school education, always told me that if someone takes the time, probably spends some money and most of all takes their time to think of you, then you need to write them a thank you note.
Where we grew up, people were always doing nice things for us, things they needed to be thanked for.
I’ve tried to instill that in my children and grandchildren, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.
However, that was how I was using some of my time during the hot spell.
The other thing I did was to join a yoga class, something I have wanted to do for a very long time.
When we lived on the Smith Farm in Durand, we rented the extra house to a couple. The wife would do her yoga in the front yard in the summer.
She would strike these strange poses and not move for what seemed like forever.
We were busy and stressed from running with kids to school and 4-H, baseball practice, church and who knows what else. As I drove past her yard, hauling a kid to something, her yoga practicing looked like a whole lot of wasted time.
Now, however, I feel the need to just “meditate” from the craziness of this confused world. Because the “meds people” keep stressing more and more exercise, I choose a quiet and calm way to comply.
I’m not into beating up my body with pounding my feet into hot pavement for miles and miles of running. I’m also not in tune with walking to nowhere. I had to walk to school growing up, and to not have a destination to reach seems unreal to me.
Plus all this home gym stuff we have in our basement has accumulated so many spider webs and clothes, that it makes me tired just to look at them.
Also, even though I don’t do organized, “in cadence” movements, that doesn’t mean I’m sitting on my backside, watching television and eating Bon Bons. I’m never still a minute, even when I sleep.
For all of you who have the wonderful mind-set to do the kind of recommended exercise, keep it up, I congratulate you!
Having said all that, I expected to really hurt after my first class of yoga. A whole lot of stretching in odd positions and sometimes I felt like an old cow trying to cross a frozen pond.
Instructions were to wear loose clothes and I sort of wondered what that meant.
As I got to the conservatory in Rockford, I looked down at my old loose shorts and my cut off top and wondered.
Walking ahead of me were three woman dressed similar to me and I assured myself that I was not “over dressed.”
There were two women who you knew immediately were going to be the stars of the group.
Correct attire, nails polished, hair done up as to not hang all over. And while the rest of us had on old tennis shoes, their slippers matched their outfits. Actually, they were beautiful and it was easy to tell they have put a whole lot of time and effort into their yoga.
As we ended our session, lying on our mats with our eyes closed, some yoga-type music softly played. I could have fallen asleep because I was so relaxed.
It was great, but instead of going once a week for this class, I would like to go daily. Now if I can just get “The Farmer” to join me in order to shut out the world for an hour a day it would be wonderful. Ciao!
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