Yoga

I’m trying yoga. At home. With DVDs. The kind where you go, “Wait, no, wait, I like this pose, I can do it, let me really feel it before you race on to something else!” I’ve only been doing it a week (well, I did it for a week a month ago then stopped). Whenever they hit Mountain Pose I just want to stay there for the next ten minutes…while H.o.p. runs around me or dances all over in front of me. Sometimes he runs over to grab me around the waist to “help” me balance, if I start to lose it on one of the single-leg poses (not very infrequently) but quite often I’m doing just fine and all his running over and grabbing me does is start to throw me off balance, and I say, “Thanks! You’re a big help!” anyway. “Whew, I’m so glad I was there to save your life!” H.o.p. says. Other times, like when I’m doing the Downward Dog pose (when will my heels touch the floor?) he is all around and underneath me like I’m a jungle gym. I figure it’s a part of the exercise.

My intention is to gather some of the mental benefits, which is why I chose it, plus, what I really want right now is the kind of exercise that comes with just standing there on one leg with your arms overhead where I can feel exactly what my body is doing instead of losing it in a flurry of activity.

Right now I feel better after I’ve done it only in the kind of way you feel better when you know you’ve done something for the day that you ought to do. Well, maybe a little more. Not during but after. I must be experiencing some kind of blip in feel-good hormones because afterwards I’m less consumed by inevitables.