I'd spent 6 hours in the car getting there. Over the next 5 days I didn't do much physical activity. The first day I walked around some, but mostly sat in my lawn chair, at a Blues Fest in the neighboring town. My husband spent the next three days covering about 130 miles on his bike. I didn't want to go -- too hot! So, I sat a good part of each subsequent day while completing a big stack of Postcards to Voters (a get out the vote national effort) and watching the news of the Helsinki Summit between our president and the Russian president unspool. I puttered around the house a bit. A couple of times I walked nearly 3 miles in midday 90+ degree sun to the post office and back to mail those postcards, which was good for burning calories, but not so much for avoiding near heatstroke. I knew another day would be spent in the car for 6 hours again on the return trip home.
So, defying the heat and no air conditioning in our little house, on the last day I decided I needed to stretch and bend and MOVE my body. I needed some yoga!
I'm not a fan of home practice. Well, I'm a fan, of course, I just suck at it. Everyone should have a home practice, even if a few Sun Salutations, to tide one over between yoga studio sessions. But I don't. I've tried. I get distracted and I procrastinate and I just blow it off. But I decided, "Hey, you lazy bum! Do your yoga!"
I hauled out my laptop and went to YouTube and searched for Yoga. The choices are endless. It's a hit and miss thing unless you are sure what you are looking for and which online instructor you like. I'm not ever sure. Like I said, yoga at home on the computer is not my thing.
I just randomly chose "Yoga with Adriene". I don't know Adriene, but we spent almost an hour together and I found her to be friendly, a little goofy, and pretty easy to follow. I guess I didn't choose very strenuous videos, because the ones I did were easy. Still there were annoyances and challenges.
First, check out the room she is in! Who lives like this??? Pristine white walls, shiny hardwood floors, one lone green floor plant and a little table, looking like she just created it in her woodworking shop, with little plants in pots she threw herself, looking vaguely alter-ish. Also, I do not believe that is a real window. Those trees do not move.
My room was downright cluttered in comparison and not at all pristine. It's a vacation home, not my regular residence. Standards slip. Every time she led me into Downward Dog or Child's Pose with my nose buried in the decades old carpet I tried to remember if we've had it cleaned more than once since we bought the place 12 years ago. I thought I might still be able to smell "dog" (our beloved companion has been dead for 7 years).
Every time I lifted an arm or leg I banged into a chair or an end table, causing me to groan in momentary pain. Every time I moved into plank my feet slipped out from under me -- I had no mat with me. Instead of keeping it in alignment, my neck got kinked from looking at the computer screen. Standing up I could see the screen fairly well looking down to where it was perched on the table, but lying on my back I had to stop and reposition the computer several times. The fan in the window was so loud it took several tries to get the video volume just right.
Plus, distractions abound. It was morning and my coffee beckoned, so I hit pause and poured a cup. A dog barked manically nearby so I hit pause to look out the window. Same with the dump truck that roared by. An unusual bird flitted by my window, so I hit pause again to try to identify it. It was so hot in the house, I had to hit pause again to get a glass of ice water and a cool, damp cloth for my face. I was suddenly afflicted wth Yoga Attention Deficit Disorder.
But I persevered. Fifty minutes later, with eyes closed, thumbs at the third eye in anjali mudra, Adriene closed with, "I hope you feel awesome. I feel awesome. You feel awesome. We are all freaking awesome. Namaste."
I'm not sure I felt "freaking awesome", but I felt looser and a bit self-righteous for having done the practice in spite of my bruised toes and wildly swinging Monkey Mind. Like Nike says, "Just Do It." Can't hurt; might help. ©
Namaste, donnajurene
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