Dog ward down
I went to the gym yesterday for the first time in two months – literally.
I went to yoga today for the first time in two weeks but that was the first time in four weeks.
It’s all because of the bug, and then inertia set in, and then the bug returned, and well frankly today when my throat felt sore I just wanted to scream – ENOUGH!
So today at yoga, we talked about how the yogis came up with all these strenuous poses just so they could learn how to sit still and once we were through an hour and ten minutes of asanas, I was ready to sit still.
I’ve been grieving the loss of my young girl figure but the truth is I gave up the battle – years of exercise have resulted in not much lately – and the last two months I just said pishaw – all the work and it doesn’t get me anywhere, just running in place.
I know why that might be important enough having spent two months off and feeling like my head and body have become severed.
To fine tune the body, you must fine tune the mind, and to fine tune the mind, you must fine tune the body.
Or as the Russians say:
“You cannot milk a cow with your hands in your pockets.”