Fifty-six days ago I re-entered the world of intentional exercise, most specifically yoga. Although I’d dallied in the movement before, my practice, runs, bike rides, had always been for the purpose of sweating, of burning those calories, of ‘workin’ it’. Fifty-six days ago I set my intentions on intentional exercise, but really on a guided focus of the beauty, positivity, and inspiration found within myself and in every moment; to acknowledge my imperfections, stresses, and my strengths, then channel that energy into my practice.
I’ve chatted about this in a previous post, but how many of us enter into contracts with ourselves- mini resolutions, goals, intentions- and actually come out on the other side with a success? Sometimes they’re just too big, or unspecific, unrealistic. Sometimes we never really had it in us to give them a go in the first place, we weren’t ready. How many of us succeed and how do we personally quantify a win? Fifty-six days post-intention-setting I sit here, crossed legged and typing, enlightened, humbled, and blown away by how much has changed within my body, my mind, my life. Tangibly, my legs are slimmer, I’m a HEAD STANDER (!), my hair is slightly shinier. But are those successes? For me yes, a visible reminder that I’m present, that life and my body are constantly in motion and evolving. But I suppose what’s more interesting, more intense, is this dramatic shift in my perception and self-awareness. Pride that I’ve been present, following through, that despite exhaustion, anxiety, occasional feelings of defeat- I’ve ended up on my yoga mat, at a cycling class, running. I’ve made myself move. I’ve made myself live. -cheers to fifty-six more days xx
Though I’ve been primarily practicing yoga at Tranquil Space in downtown Washington, DC, earlier this week I found myself at two different indoor cycling classes at DC’s new SoulCycle studio. With a strong focus on rhythm and the ‘energy of the pack’, SoulCycle’s 45 minute raunchy, candlelit, and night club-esque rides were FUN. We rode in a pitch dark room, surrounded and engulfed by blasting beats, our frequently motivating and impassioned instructor dancing about with lively gusto, and this desperate and driving internal desire to just keep peddling. 45 minutes, you can do it. And I did. TWICE!
It was fascinating to experience such a dichotomy (yet eerily similar) experience between yoga and cycling workouts- leaving both yoga and Soul dripping sweat and empowered. I think I missed those final minutes in yoga where we lie on our backs, limbs spread and in total relaxed silence- savasana pose. A moment to be within yourself. That being said, Soul- well done, man.