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ON BALANCE by Kathy Buckworth
Yoga-size Me!
2008/10/06
Yoga pants. Yes that’s right – an activity/sport/philosophy/way of life so special, there are pants for it. Okay, so I got the yoga pants. After all, every woman knows the best part about starting up a new type of exercise is buying the clothes that go with it. I have the tennis whites, the golf shoes, ski jacket and riding boots to prove it. So armed (or legged) with these pants, I made my way to the yoga studio. Which is disturbingly decorated in mostly full-length mirrors (which I discovered during a Downward Dog are for seeing sides of your own and others’ rear ends that you’ve never seen before. Or want to again.). I could see that my shoulders are in fact naturally positioned up by my ears, a fact that the instructor actually took a few minutes to point out to the rest of the participants as an example of “not letting go”. Listen fella, I gave birth to four kids – I know “letting go”. Just not here in these new yoga pants.
I inflexibly made my way through the Warrior Pose, the Goddess Pose, the Mountain Pose; I’ll admit that when I was asked to put my hands in the prayer position what I was praying for was that the instructor would eventually lead us to the Pinot Pose, at which I knew I could excel.
I made it through the class, one ill-executed move after another, until it was time for the meditation period which marked the end of the session. As I lay on the floor contemplating my week’s grocery list, the children’s hockey schedule while courageously fighting the urge to turn my BlackBerry on I wondered if there was a cute top to go with these pants. And then I let it go.
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