My body is alive!! My body is alive!!
I had my first yoga class in over a year last night...and it was great! I located my yoga mat at home after days of searching, I still remembered how to do the sun salutation, I shaved my legs in the event of random foot adjustments by the yoga teacher (there were, in fact, several) and it felt soooooooo amazing to move and stretch my body again.
Yoga, for me, is like a full-body massage without the disadvantage of smelly oil and somebody having to touch you.
Of course...it’s not like I had a full-out spiritual awakening or travelled to Nirvana or saw Jesus or something.
In fact, my seemingly immature brain is obviously just as active as it was before.
Most of my poses were accompanied by thoughts such as this:
“Mmmmm....this feels so good...oh yeah...I remember this...don’t take it too far, you don’t want to hurt yourself...it’s only your first class...sshhhh!! Ommmmm...Ommmmm...Wonder what’s for lunch tomorrow. I don’t even notice that I ate a cupcake for supper. Shhh! Ommm....see? Now you’ve stretched too far. What are you trying to prove? You’re going to feel that tomorrow. Would you be quiet already? Ommmm...I have a hair in my eye, damnit...don’t swear during yoga class. ‘Damnit’ isn’t swearing. Enough! Ommmmm....”
As distracting as all that horrible mutter is, it actually reaffirmed how young I am as opposed to how old I am. I had been slightly worried that I would return to yoga class and find that an old woman had taken over my body, fully expecting lots of cracking and creaking and limited mobility.*
Instead, I got the same 12-year-old that had been in my head before.**
Yes, there was some stiffness in my back that hadn’t been there before. But I know that that will go away after a couple more weeks.
The point is: I’m soooo back, baby!!
Life is good.
*Just after I had the baby, my ankles began clicking whenever I walked. Sometimes it would be so loud that it would wake up the sleeping baby when I went in to check on her. As I associate my mother with clicking ankles, I was absolutely convinced that I had, at the tender age of 29, become my mother. Thankfully the clicking went away after a few months. It looks like my career as a home burglar may now finally get off the ground.