I’m reading a fascinating book right now entitled “Hell Bent.” It’s a memoir about competitive yoga, which is a bit of an oxymoron, since yoga’s not yoga if it’s competitive. Having said that, it’s an interesting read about this bizarre world where yogis twist themselves like acrobats in Cirque du Soleil.
I say this as a way of procrastinating…what this post is really about is the fact that I haven’t done yoga in three months. And I feel really shitty about it.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I have attended maybe 5 or 6 classes in the past 3 months. But you get the picture. I’ve fallen off the wagon and I can’t seem to get back on.q
It started innocently enough– I got sick, a really bad cold– and I clung to it for several weeks. Then my back pain, which I’ve dealt with for almost half my life– got far worse. Nothing in particular caused this worsening. But I used the pain as an excuse to stop.
Herein lies the rub– when you have chronic pain, the worst thing you can do is use it as an excuse to quit healthy behavior. Because at the end of the day, you’ll still be in pain. But you’ll be less healthy.
My yoga mat is lying in its brightly flowered bag on the floor of my garage. It’s dirty and dusty. My yoga clothes are at the back of a drawer in my closet. I’ve no idea where my gym ID card is. It’s been pouring for days, and I don’t want to leave my house.
But as soon as I publish this, I’m getting up and going.