Yoga on the side

The first summer my kids were away at sleepaway camp, I moved from the city to my house the day after they left. I went to the city for yoga most mornings and unpacked and worked in the garden most afternoons. I knew no one here and had almost no social life.

The second summer, last summer, I went to see Christopher every morning. Despite having no responsibilities all day long, I awoke at the crack of dawn and took a train in to begin practicing by 8 a.m. Sometimes I had a meal with yoga friends after. Most days, I was shattered by late afternoon, dozing on the back porch, sometimes getting a second wind later on, sometimes not. Yoga was center stage and it ate up almost all my energy.

This summer, with my broken hand, my plans for a yoga-heavy bootcamp-like experience have been sidelined. Instead, I have been seeing friends, going out for meals, going to the theater, taking long walks in the city, going for long runs out here in the country.

I ALSO do yoga.

Today it was Jivamukti. Yesterday Bikram. The day before, I ran six miles. The day before that, I did Ashtanga at home. The day before that, Jivamukti. Also saw Hair on Broadway that same night. I love the variety. I love the balance. I haven’t lost any flexibility or strength, but I don’t feel overtrained, and I don’t feel burnt out. Plus, I don’t feel constrained…like I used to …. to not take long walks, to not make evening plans, to not put yoga first.

I think that it was scary for me before, to have a life not bound by rules. But it turns out to not be so scary at all…



4 Responses to Yoga on the side

  1. DebPC says:

    Sounds oddly like… balance.

  2. Susan says:

    This is good. You got a life.

  3. Susan says:

    Now stop bagging on the Ashtangis.
    Everyone's got to get their own ticket out of the cult.

  4. Yoga Chickie says:

    Right you are…we all have our little red sequined shoes. It's just a matter of figuring out how to click em.

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