Too Busy For Yoga

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I don’t do nearly enough yoga. There, I said it. I’m a trainer, coach, yoga teacher, and forever wellness enthusiast who tells every client, family member, friend, and inanimate object that they need more yoga in their life when truly, I should be heeding my own advice. I’ve done yoga on and off since high school. When I was in college I had a soccer injury that took me off the field and onto my mat as it was the only activity I was permitted to do. As someone who has always lived for high energy activity, some days it was torture to be stuck on my mat doing the same sun salutations over and over and over. After a while, I began to crave that mat time and the repetition that served as a moving meditation that also kept my muscles and joints feeling better than anything ever had. Since college, I’ve experienced an ebb and flow of frequency in my practice, but I can certainly say that the more I get to my mat the less likely the wheels are to get squeaky or even (occasionally) fly off.

Physically, I’ve always been one of the bendiest in the weight room and one of the more muscular in the yoga studio (these shoulders don’t always bind!). I love to pick up heavy things, run sprints, teach cycling classes, and pack my weekends with kayaking and hiking and all of the activities. But yoga is the glue that holds it all together. When I’m not doing yoga, I can tell a difference in the way my body moves and functions. My muscles don’t recover as quickly and my hips and shoulders are tight AF. In college while stuck on my mat, I was fortunate enough to take some classes with a well known yogi who was in her late 80s at the time. We did yoga but most of us wanted to spend the entire class asking questions about life, health, and her secrets to longevity. She told us how she cured her once terrible vision through energetic healing and that the key to a long, healthy life is to never stop moving. I’ll never forget that piece of advice. When I’ve had a hard week of training I hear a voice in my head reminding me to get to my mat. Yoga feels good in my body, my body is better with yoga.

Mentally, my mind loves crazy energy as much as my body. As an entrepreneur there are always so many things bouncing around in my brain. All of the deadlines, to do’s, keeping track of my schedule, and holding space for my clients and their needs ping-pong from corner to corner and can make me feel overwhelmed and anxious. In the past, I’ve thrived in this place of multitasking and flailing around full-speed like Phoebe running in the park. These days I crave down time and focus. Perhaps it comes with aging or committing to a meditation practice several years ago or maybe both, but being still can feel so dang good.

Yoga gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling of peace. The warm, fuzzy feeling is a place where I now try to live as much as possible. One last flashback to college yoga with a legendary instructor - I snuck out before savasana because I had to study for an exam (go to happy hour). I had always hated the final rest, I felt as though it was a waste of my time. Why would I want to lie there in silence when there were so many things to be done? When I came back to class the next day, the instructor pulled me aside and asked me why I had left. Naturally, I told her the fake story about having to study for five midterms and write three 20 page papers. She looked right into my eyes and said “If you can’t be still you’ll never be well.” Being the stubborn contrarian I was (am) I was pissed at first. How dare she judge me, I’m an adult (insert eye roll) and if I don’t want to savasana I don’t have to savasana. It took years for this piece of advice to sink in and now I can write a novel attesting to its truth.  When I’ve had a sad, stressful, crazy week I hear a voice in my head reminding me to get to my mat. Because as a lover of wellness, I want to be well. Yoga feels good in my brain, my brain is better with yoga.

Yoga is an amalgamation of all the things that I love. It keeps my wheels from flying off and it keeps me in that warm, fuzzy place that I love so much. And now that I’ve told you I haven’t been doing nearly enough of it perhaps there is some accountability on my part as both a teacher and constant learner of yoga.

With love and warmth and fuzz,