So there's something about yoga. After last week's post pitting yoga against more aerobic exercise, reader Anika left this thought in the comments section:
I think Bikram's yoga would burn a lot more calories than the vinyasa flow but I am with you-it makes me feel good. And when I don't do it I need the chiropractor! The fact that it does bring you so much comfort and does wonders for your mind and body is priceless...maybe calories aren't the most important thing when you can really feel that difference. But as an aside-do it for 3 months and you will see changes in your body that calorie burning doesn't offer-and nice long,lean muscle!Hmm, did I hear a challenge in there? Not a balls-to-the-wall, butt-kicking competition, but a far gentler try-and-see challenge. Anika suggested trying months of regular yoga practice and then judging the results. Although I didn't officially decide to embark on this yoga adventure until later, I kept doing significant yoga each day following that original post. And it never failed to help me feel strengthened, stretched, and centered.
I had an interesting experience during one of these at-home practices. I was groaning my way (joyfully, right?) through a power yoga class when we came to pyramid pose. Normally, this pose would cause my eating disordered/competitive/perfectionist qualities to emerge and I would start to get irritated, wanting to go on to a pose that I could muscle through rather than rest and stretch in. This time, however, I experienced something much different. As I was bent over my front leg, I felt this rather strange intimacy . . . for myself and my body. As I later wrote to blogger friend Clare, "Something in me was like, 'I like this leg, and it's all mine, and I'm going to hug it because I can!'" I've never had such an emotional experience in yoga, and it was rather mind boggling.
As a result, I decided to follow Anika's suggestion and practice yoga at least five times a week for twenty (or more) minutes. I was all in on this yoga thing. I was ready to explore and open myself to new experiences.
Until the next day. And the day after that, and the one after that, too, and so on until today. Unable to sleep, I started my day off with ninety sweaty, trembling, and happy-inducing minutes of an Eoin Finn podcast class. It felt glorious.
Every time I get on my mat, I remember just how much I enjoy yoga. This holds true for this morning's practice. But why can't I carrying the memory of my enjoyment through the spaces between practices? Perhaps I'm avoiding the potential for intimacy, or my brain just can't conceive of yoga as true exercise. But it is exercise, I think, and not just for the body.
All that to say . . . I'm all in (again) for this three months of yoga thing. I'm sure I'll do more than just yoga, but yoga will become a regular staple in my day to day activities. I don't know what to expect, although I do know that the best shape I was ever in came during a period when I was practicing yoga every morning for at least an hour, in addition to cardio workouts. I don't want to go back to doubling up sixty minutes each of yoga and cardio each day, but I am interested in discovering where regular vigorous yoga can take me.
Do you practice yoga regularly, and, if so, what are your thoughts? Do you want to join me? Let's have a yogadventure!