Tuesday’s Yoga (1/04/11)
I wish I could be as relaxed as cats are. Think about it: except for those moments when they show themselves to be vicious killers, cats are the model of relaxation. I read somewhere that they sleep for 18 hours a day, which sounds pretty amazing, especially if you’ve got someone else to feed you and clean your litterbox. Dogs are too hyper and social for me, but cats are just about perfect. Except when they drop a half-dead mouse at your feet and expect you to thank them for the thoughtful gift.
What do cats have to do with yoga? Nothing, except that cats are super stretchy and relaxed naturally, so they don’t need yoga. I, on the other hand, need yoga like I need oxygen. I’m so tightly wound most of the time that yoga brings me down to a more normal level of anxiety. I also need yoga after long runs because it’s nice to stretch the legs back into their normal state of looseness. Last night I did Gentle Hatha Yoga #2, and partway through the work-out, I totally spaced out and lost track of what I was doing. That was fun and disorienting, so I just did some downward-dogging until I could pick up the yoga routine again. Usually, during yoga I can achieve this perfect balance of following the yoga routine while spacing out enough to let the gerbil in my brain get off his running wheel. Last night, I think the gerbil fell asleep in the wheel, which was fine too. Yoga is always great, even—or maybe especially—when I stop paying attention to my yoga instructions.