on yoga
I’ve heard before that a person’s hormones change approximately every 7 years. This is the reason for sudden onset allergies to shellfish, gluten, or whatever. Some women even attribute it to a change in hair texture. I did some quick googling to try and corroborate this with some scientific research but gave up when I was being pointed to Yahoo Answers pages. Those are just dumb.
Eight weeks ago, I took my first yoga class since maybe 2007. Before that it was Spring 2003. Yep, I remember it that specifically. I remember because in 2003 I went with a boy named Sam that I thought was moderately cute. Up until eight weeks ago, I was pretty convinced that I hated yoga. It was "too slow". I didn't get "enough" of a workout. I don't "like to meditate". Etc. Etc. Etc.
I've changed my mind.
Don't get me wrong. I love how a good solid run feels on my body. And whenever I'm done running, I look at my feet and I can't believe they carried me for x number of miles. Nice job feet.
But. In yoga, I thank my whole body. (Thanks body.) For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm doing something that helps me own my body. I swear I never would have thought I would say something like that and I'll be honest, I don't even regret it. (Somewhere in LA my friend Kristin is fist pumping in glory). I like the changes that I feel happening and my only explanation is I'm a different person than I was in 2003, 2007, and most certainly 2010. It's not just that I've grown as a person but I've grown to be more patient.
Oh, and this is what I made for dinner tonight. Orecchiette pasta with cherry tomatoes sautéed in reduced balsamic vinegar and asparagus .... with freshly grated parmesan .... and fleur de lis from my fancy pants friend Meghan who got it in PARIS. Yep, this is what I eat after I savor a little yoga.
P.s. The class I went to last night had a THEME and it was courage. Remember when I wouldn't do oooooms? Well, now I'm apparently okay with themes.
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