I know I should do it. I know it’s good for my body but yoga and I are misfits from the word go. We’re the proverbial square peg in the round hole. A type A in a type B physical activity.
So this morning, feeling guilty about my waning flexibility (as a former gymnast, this is a source of great shame), I blew the dust off my Patricia Moreno Cardio Burn Yoga. Yes, cardio yoga. We must make compromises sometimes and the fitness industry wants my money more than it wants to wag a namaste finger at me.
Patricia told me to open my heart, breathe, melt, feel gratitude. Okay. I could certainly try. Feel gratitude for feeling good. Who makes this stuff up? But fine, I stretched and leaned and strained in the poses, flowed from one to the next but somewhere along the way, I got sidetracked. I scampered off into the woods to chase a squirrel. I was in child’s pose, which is uber comfy, and just didn’t want to get out of it. My mind moved out of its numbed state and began thinking about my novels… Continue reading