It’s flattering when people comment on the photos of my yoga practice on Instagram. You see, I’m 52-years-old and took up daily yoga in August. But I don’t want people who look at my pictures to think I achieved this flexibility, strength and focus in just a few months. Yoga is a long trek, and it’s not about twisting into a convoluted pose in which you miraculously feel eternally blissful. It is a path you tread for many years to achieve physical balance and inner peace. It’s about working with the body and mind you have on any given day. No more, no less. My real yoga journey started 40 years ago when someone gave me this now yellowed and tattered copy of Richard Hittleman’s Yoga: 28 Day Exercise plan.
A lifetime of bodywork
When I was 12-years-old I started running. But I found that although I enjoyed running, it often translated into shin splints and other painful injuries. I needed something else that would help me stay flexible and be more relaxed. That something was yoga. Every day as a tween and teen I would pull out a towel (I do not remember ever having a mat) and do my yoga.
As I grew older, I set aside that discipline because I was attracted by the aerobics craze of the 80s. In my early 20s I became a fitness instructor. Those were the days of Reebok hi-tops and leg-warmers. As I grew older, I found other forms of exercise I also enjoyed: modern dance, ballroom, salsa, swimming … Continue reading >>