"Tree" pose on the beach in Costa Rica |
If I were to tell you that I have been practicing yoga for six
years now strictly for the joy it brings to my life, I would be lying through
my teeth. Even
when I am dedicated enough to commit religiously, say three or four times a
week, I have never been able to “master” yoga, I am always mediocre, and always
frustrated. I have faced the fact that my weak shoulders don’t support my body enough for me to “Chaturanga” without placing my knees on the ground. In addition to that, all too often I find myself spending hundreds of dollars on new
yoga gear. This is the vicious cycle that yoga perpetuates, and I
personally, have bought into it entirely.
Let me be clear, I am not referring to the life style of real
yogi’s who eat vegan and Om Shanti Shanti their way through all of life’s
obstacles, I am referring to the popularization of yoga for us twenty-something’s
and Gen X’ers. Those of us who don’t take it all too seriously, and prefer to
use yoga as a means to loose weight and stay healthy rather than a life
changing experience (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) I will be
completely honest, I have laughed my way through every meditation exercise I
have ever been a part of, and I’ll
save y'all the trouble of admitting this yourselves and just say it….we do it
for the outfits.
It started back in 2007 when I tried out a local yoga studio
owned by a pseudo Canadian celeb, and tried my hand at “Ashtanga” for the first
time. The result was partial paralysis rendering my legs, arms and abs useless
for three days. This did not impede my determined self; I returned to the
studio as soon as I could walk and tried several more classes. As a bonus for joining, it turned out that one of the instructors happened to be a young, attractive male who ended every Shavasana by leaning
over and massaging only a select few female students in the class; needless to
say, I was hooked! Hey, I was single at the time, can you blame me?
After my first week I walked away firmly believing the following. Yoga
is a great excuse to buy new yoga gear, handsome men massage you while you are
enjoying “nap time”, and you will live to be 100 if you
repeat three times a week. I was enjoying my new hobby, and every
time I visited a mall and passed by Lulu Lemon with their bright and fashionable
apparel staring at me from their display windows I couldn't help myself. Every
few weeks there were new styles, new cuts and colours, new fabrics (it
wicks your sweat away like magic!) and of course, I had to have it all! My
desire to have the latest crop pants, extra grip yoga mat, non- slip yoga mat cover (I thought the may itself
was extra grippy?), environmentally friendly water bottle, and gym bag with useless
hidden compartments, was essentially what kept me enrolled in yoga from 2007
through 2010.
My commitment to my yoga practice remained bland until November
2011 when I travelled to Costa Rica with my best friend for a yoga retreat. We discussed it several times over the years always in the context of “one
day”, but before we knew it, it was that day, and we were flying to
Nosara Costa Rica with a suit case full of nothing but stretch pants and sports
bra’s. Wait up, I know you’re thinking this sounds pretty hardcore and
contradictory considering I just confessed my love for yoga was in fact a love
for Luon (this is the remarkable wicking material Lulu Lemon has). And you’re absolutely correct
to feel that way, my reasoning for embarking on this trip was to enjoy a
leisurely week in Costa Rica with my bestie rather than work on my yoga practice.
I soon discovered there was no time for sun tanning or beach-going, our days were to be spent in the confines of the yoga studio. The studio, it should be stated was a stunning space located on the top floor of the retreat, with 360 views of mountains, an active volcano, and endless miles of untouched beach. Cringing during yet another minute-long hold of powerful pose wasn't so bad when I had this view to gaze upon. We would rise in the morning and attend a power flow class, then head off to nourish ourselves on flax seeds and crispy soy flakes, and we spent the afternoons lounging indoors to avoid the torrential downpour which never eased up.
A typical breakfast while on the retreat |
Lately I have gone through a self-doubt period, while facing my fear of turning 30. I have questioned what I do with my
time because it seems that suddenly time has become a precious commodity. I have decided, shockingly, that yoga should be something I stick to at least three time a week. So tell me, if you practice yoga what are your motivating factors, and while your at it, what is your outfit of choice? ;)
J
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Another great piece... for me- I love the heat... and the fact I can zone out for a little while.... I don't believe in yoga for losing weight, even if you sweat in a hot yoga room... I just don't think it works (unless you start yoga having never been on an exercise regimen at all)... its a mental thing!
ReplyDeleteAt the moment I'm not practicing yoga at all, but I've done it for quite a while. The concentrating part wasn't a big deal for me, so I guess if you can focus it all becomes a lot easier. I couldn't stand the constant repeat of exercises and I agree with Laura, in my opinion it's a great way to clear your mind and maybe shape your body a bit.
ReplyDeleteI don't practice yoga for the weight loss/exercise aspect. I enjoy being able to focus your mind solely on your body for an hour, shutting out anything else.
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I am from India and Yoga is not as fashionable here as it is in the west. Interestingly, the 40 and 50 somethings go for yoga here while 20 and 30 somethings mostly prefer gyming or aerobics or the likes. I personally learn contemporary dance form instead to stay fit, and do bother about the clothes too.
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