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Well, happy new year, y'all. To those of you who made resolutions, good luck. I, for one, was never big on New Year's Resolutions. I have never been interested or invested enough to pledge "no junk food" and see it thru the whole year. Please. Who really does that. Now, staying fit i will definitely give a crack at, but not under the guise of a "resolution". I find it insulting to my own determination that my health and fitness should rest solely on the shoulders of an off-hand, stress-induced, pie-catalized declaration dedicated to the turnover a new month (year, whatever).
I did buy a yoga book yesterday, though, because i thought it would be an interesting element to introduce to my life. In the past, i looked down upon yoga as a workout. I was unconvinced that a bunch of goofy stretches could be catergorized as "exercise" and thought it entirely undeserving of the title. People must have had some audacity to lump THAT with sweaty, heavy-breathing, blood-pumping activities such as water polo or swimming. and yes, i am aware of my bias. But after a few months of visual exposure to yoga classes at Shady Canyon (where i work), my eyes could not deny the sweaty sheen on men and women alike, and i began to suspect there could be more to it that i had originally believed. I was especially disconcerted the day a very tall, very fit Garrett Anderson rolled out his mat and assumed the introspective poses of the ancient sport (sport?). My curiosity was piqued. If a professional baseball player (a sport that yields rough-around-the-edges men prone to steroid use as a method of one-upping each other) found yoga a worthy activity, could i be wrong about it after all? Was it not really the "sport for wimps or people otherwise devoid of all athletic ability"? Madonna reinforced my suspicion...that woman is seriously ripped, and yoga is like breakfast to her. So i talked to a few regulars and the instructor and decided that maybe i had been a little quick to judge yoga, and here i am, flipping thru pages of my Yoga for Beginners book, learning the basics of an activity (activity, sport, what do you call it?) that has swept the nation but is still largely a mystery to me.
I'll let you know how it goes. Im keeping cardio-strip on the back burner.
I did buy a yoga book yesterday, though, because i thought it would be an interesting element to introduce to my life. In the past, i looked down upon yoga as a workout. I was unconvinced that a bunch of goofy stretches could be catergorized as "exercise" and thought it entirely undeserving of the title. People must have had some audacity to lump THAT with sweaty, heavy-breathing, blood-pumping activities such as water polo or swimming. and yes, i am aware of my bias. But after a few months of visual exposure to yoga classes at Shady Canyon (where i work), my eyes could not deny the sweaty sheen on men and women alike, and i began to suspect there could be more to it that i had originally believed. I was especially disconcerted the day a very tall, very fit Garrett Anderson rolled out his mat and assumed the introspective poses of the ancient sport (sport?). My curiosity was piqued. If a professional baseball player (a sport that yields rough-around-the-edges men prone to steroid use as a method of one-upping each other) found yoga a worthy activity, could i be wrong about it after all? Was it not really the "sport for wimps or people otherwise devoid of all athletic ability"? Madonna reinforced my suspicion...that woman is seriously ripped, and yoga is like breakfast to her. So i talked to a few regulars and the instructor and decided that maybe i had been a little quick to judge yoga, and here i am, flipping thru pages of my Yoga for Beginners book, learning the basics of an activity (activity, sport, what do you call it?) that has swept the nation but is still largely a mystery to me.
I'll let you know how it goes. Im keeping cardio-strip on the back burner.