Click Here to read 25 Random Things About Yoga…on the Huffington Post.
Me to a really good backbender, “Any advice on doing better backbends?”
His advice: “stop hiking and running; you’re tightening up your legs too much.”
Said to me by a yoga-practicing friend who lives in a place where “nobody walks”: “How can you walk so much? It must be hell on your yoga practice.”
These are the seeds of my discontent. They have blossomed, yes. But it started with statements like these.
Question: what happens when a healthy activity, a hobby, turns into an all-encompassing obsession that interferes with your ability to walk your dog, to get places on foot, to improve your cardiovascular health (don’t tell me Ashtanga is cardio. In many ways it is LIKE cardio, and portions of it might include cardio, but it is NOT cardio; it is anaerobic exercise, period, start and stop, high and low, the definition of anaerobic)? That interferes with your social life (no partying on Saturday nights), that confines your social life to people who “get it” (inevitably, your shala mates)?
What happens when you want your life back? (Do you become like me? Aggressively anti-cult? Do you close your eyes and pretend this never happened? What makes one person turn away in anger, and another in peace?)
What happens if you DON’T? (Do you give up all of your possessions that no longer make sense in your life? Does vodka become a distant memory, organic wine (blech) taking its place? Does every interaction with those who don’t “get it” become a strain? Something to gradually filter out of your life?)