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“Now, there is yoga.”

That title’s apparently the first statement in the Yoga Sutras. I know that not from personal experience, at least not beyond the personal experience of hearing our instructor quote the author Patañjali during yesterday’s awesome class at FORM{yoga}. And trust me, the title is about as Zen as this post gets, y’all.

 

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“Yeah, no … I’m not about to attempt this.”

Stretch. Now repeat 75x.
I’ve got fitness goals this year, one of which is to hit up 75 yoga classes. Now I was absent the day they taught math in school, but I figure to hit that target I gotta knock out 3 classes every 2 weeks. Doable. Or so I thought.

 

Yesterday’s class was the 6th or 7th attempt this year. But I made it, finally, to a class. That class’s name: Hips Don’t Lie. I kid you not. Hell, my hips don’t even stretch the truth hardly.

Polka-powered prana
The class was chill, so very chill … almost glacial as it turned out. At first though, I had my doubts. We were up in the (noticeably warmer) loft part of the studio, so I was thinking we’d be sweating buckets as we flexed our hips in ways that would bring shame to my puritanical ancestors.

Harmonium

This is a harmonium, as seen through the hazy, chilly-chill post-class ambiance. (Foot for scale.)

And then there was the accordion.

Well, make that a harmonium. I had no clue what the squeezebox-lookin’ thing was there on the floor at the front of the class, my teacher sitting on the business end.

I couldn’t help thinking, “If she thinks I’m starting my Monday with a polka, I’m outta here.”

But nah … a couple chords and a few Ommms  later and it was back to being an intruguing conversation piece.

Hans and Franz and Patañjali
This was the first class I’ve even done with my eyes closed. It wasn’t volitional; we were instructed. And I liked it! Sure, as close in as we all were to each other, we ran the risk of bumping body parts.

Did I mention I was the only dude there? Hellooooo, ladies. I see by your bumper sticker you too have a child on the honor roll … Ah, my game ain’t what it used to be, and it wasn’t much to begin with. I hardly passed Go, and rarely collected $200.

But, said bumping didn’t occur. And neither did any the Hans and Franz-era pumping up of the gluteal region. No complaints there, though today I definitely feel some soreness in my maximus, medius, and minimus, which happens when you get it kicked, even slowly.

And that’s never a bad thing.

Check out a class at FORM{yoga}. You’ll be glad you did … and your ass will thank you.

 

Simmering down

That’s what I’m doing, thanks to a friend offering the above advice yesterday.  (Thanks, Rache.)  And for a guy who tends to cook his oatmeal on a burner turned up to high, that’s challenging.

Accompanying the advice was a clip of a song of the same name. I played it five times.  (Thanks, Bob.)

The context of the advice is this: I was — am — going in a dozen directions at once.  I need to focus.  Chill.  Simmer down.  Taking the New Year and its offer of a new beginning, I’ve decided to set some definite goals and let the rest subside, i.e., simmer, as it were.

So I focus on my goals.  Write them out.  Add subgoals.  Work toward them.  Other stuff will come up, I know.  Life is like that.  But that notwithstanding, I’m intent on keeping on track. 

Another friend/coworker shared on her site how to put your goals in a book — a smashing way to keep them in your face metaphorically and literally.  (Thanks, San.)  This helps not only keep them in mind, but chronicle your efforts.  I think I’ll try it.

A buddy of mine wrote out two pages of goals, subgoals, dates, etc. a few years ago and went about accomplishing and staying on target more that year than previous.  Great example.  (Thanks, Andrew.)  My turn.

Now, with less than 48 hours until 2010, I’ve gotta get crackin’.

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