Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Falling in love with something new

I hurt.  A lot.  But it's a good hurt.  The kind you get when you try something new physically and it kicks your ass.  The sign of a good workout.  The stretching of body parts you were sure would never be flexible again.  The use of muscles you weren't even sure you had.  The reminder that you aren't as young as you once were.  It's the kind of pain that comes from one's first yoga class.  It hurts.  And I love it.

Monday night was my first yoga class... thank you, Mel, for suggesting it; thanks, Jenn and Aaron, for forwarding the groupon that made it insanely inexpensive; and thank you, fine yoga instructor, for convincing us that our bodies were capable of strange positions that I'm still not sure are completely natural.  Running a marathon proved I had abilities I didn't know I had.  Yoga forced me back to the reality that there are still a few things my body is currently incapable of.

It was a good reminder.  It's time to dust off those muscles I'd forgotten about and take advantage of 80 minutes of totally calming me time.  It's time to learn something new.  And it's time to make that transition from downward dog to cobra pose my bitch.

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