Camryn brought me two red hats. Thank you!
Ding dong the holidays are over! The sun is shining. (I swear it seems like it has rained non-stop for a month.) The birds are singing (ok, I don’t hear them, but metaphorically it seems like they are.) I’m not a big fan of resolutions for the New Year. I know that in two weeks or less into the year I’ll get bored or annoyed at whatever hellish task I’ve set myself up to fail at.
The commercials tell me to go on a diet. They taunt me with their $3,000 tread climbers (I want one!). And their 30 minutes three times a week claims to make me absofrickinglutely perfect. They tell me that if I just buy some hydroxytone or whatever I can melt away all of my imperfections. What better time than now?
This year I’ve decided I’m not going to go on a diet or start another crazy exercise plan. This year I’ve decided I want to show up on my yoga mat. For me and my glorious tendency toward inconsistency I’ve decided that the hardest part of doing yoga is showing up on the mat. Once I’m there it’s all good.
I’ve tried this before and gotten bored. I’ve amassed quite a collection of yoga DVDs over the years. Half of them it seems are only about twenty minutes long. Twenty minutes is usually not long enough to practice. And if I have to put in a second DVD it’s all over. So I quickly lose interest with my DVDs. I should attend the classes at the yoga studio down the street from me that I can literally walk to. But I have an excuse for that. They’re all way early. I am not a morning yogini. I did go to the evening class a couple times. It just didn’t click with me.
One would think that after having practiced for…nine years now…I would be able to just do a home practice on my own. I could. I’ve tried. Half the time I just walk away from the mat in the middle of whatever I’m doing ten minutes after having started. I like having a teacher—a cruise director as one of my teachers quipped. Someday I figure I’ll strike out on my own and be able to do my own practice without walking away from the mat. I’m not there yet.
So, a few days before New Year’s I found YogaGlo. I was a little concerned about the site because the name just brought to mind a hord of really flexible women contorting themselves while wearing pink spandex. I dunno why. It just went all flash dance and eighties in my mind’s eye. So what the hell is YogaGlo? It’s like youtube filled entirely with great yoga teachers (Jason Crandell—yeah, I should really venture back to the city and his classes, Kathryn Budig, and many more to acquaint myself with). The classes range from short and sweet to full on 90 minutes. Some of them apparently are actual classes with students and everything, though the ones I’ve watched (participated in!) have been either one on one with the instructor doing the class while instructing or with a model for the instructor to adjust.
I signed up, put my credit card number in and haven’t looked back. It’s like yoga heaven. Want to work on hips? You can search for that. Feeling plucky and want to soar in visvamitrasana (I probably spelled that wrong) they’ve got that too. Need an evening class to wind down? Yup. They even have meditation classes, but I am probably the worst meditator in the history of ever. I kind of get panicky when I close my eyes and sit still. 20 minutes is just too much of a commitment for me right now.
And the site works on my iPad! Joyful joy! I don’t have to unplug my laptop from the printer and the external drives and the monitor and lug it around to my practice hallway. (I practice in the entryway of my apt. It’s the only wood floor in the place.) I can roll out the mat prop the ipad up with a yoga block and pick a class.
So, my rambling point in this endorsement of my favoritest [sic] website ever is that I’ve decided that YogaGlo can help me show up on my mat. What I do after that is immaterial. It gets me there. I’m four for four in the New Year (I was going strong for about a week before that). I’m going for 30 straight days of yoga. After that we’ll see. I’d love to go for 365 days of yoga, and maybe I’ll try to make that commitment, but for now 30 seems good. And if I happen to get toned or shed a pound or two along the way, that’s just a bonus. I just want to show up.