It’s a revolution!!
#yogarevolution is here!
I have been a wanna-be yogi for twenty years, doing yoga on and off. Honestly, it has mostly been off. But I have really seriously been thinking about taking yoga classes throughout the years and sometimes actually done it. Until something happens that steals the precious yoga-time away and I’m back in a wanna-be state of yoga-ness.
My first inspiration.
My first teacher, Ruth-Ann Bradley in Plantation, Florida, was tough as nails. A petite powerhouse that made us bend, twist and hold the most amazing poses. At least I thought they were amazing, most likely not even visible for a by-stander while I thought I was doing the pretzel. On one hand. I started out in a beginner group and we groaned and moaned and complained as we were thoroughly guided through warriors, triangles, mountains and (hallelujah) child’s poses during the 90 minute session once a week. One night someone asked Ruth-Ann about her yoga history. She told us the most amazing story about how she ended up doing yoga in the first place.
Ruth-Ann is a very petite woman, so she was perfect as a jockey. It was unusual to let women race (maybe still is?) but she was allowed to do training rides. She loved it and apparently was good at it too, so she was told that she, as a matter of fact, was going to race for the first time! And that’s when it happened. Her horse somehow stumbled in the race, fell down and rolled over Ruth-Ann. She survived, but was severly broken. The doctors put her together as best as they could but told her that her walking days were over. Well. They obviously did not know a superpower even as she was staring them in their face. Ruth-Ann had no patience for such non-sense. Grueling physical therapy followed. That was when she discovered yoga. Through yoga she strengthened and finally got out of her wheelchair. Her passion took her through yoga teacher training. The only thing she have a problem doing is a ankle bend, just one angle is impossible due to the hardware that keeps the joint together. There were no more whining and complaining in that class. I often think about her, absolutely on the yoga mat, but also in life. She is an incredible inspiration to me.
Back to present time. I found Adriene. She is a force of nature. I have never before been able to embrace exercise on tapes, dvd’s and now of course youtube. But that was before I met (not really, but she makes us feel like we are there in the studio, together) Adriene. I teamed up with a friend in Sweden and we do yoga together. Not really, but we are doing the same sessions every day and then comment to each other about it. And that has helped me stick with yoga (almost) daily. We are close to two months in to it. Incredible!
Not only has the yoga made me physically more flexibel but also mentally. I am an all-or-nothing person, which most of the time equals to nothing… But I have learned that it is ok to miss a day when you are on the road and a hotel room floor does not look so attractive for a yoga session. That does not have to mean all is lost. My partner pointed out that it is ok to skip a day, it does not matter if I do not do Day 8, I can jump in and continue on Day 9. Imagine that? My new friend Adriene is a strong advocate of doing what feels right, especially on the yoga mat. Just get there. One day the only thing you may want to do is deep breathing. So do it. Cat-cow instead of following her in plank and cobra? Of course, go right ahead. The crazy story is that I needed ‘permission’ from my yoga partner and Adriene to do what feels right. Live and learn.
Yoga revolution is here to stay! Check out Adriene!
And also, my core is getting stronger, my shoulders are loosening up and soon I might be able to produce a triangle that does not look like an deflated balloon…