Yoga or Gym ? How About Yoga and Gym !
Adventures of the Soul by Khadija Muhaisen Dajani
You know how there are moments in life you never forget? I had just finished my 200-hour yoga teacher training. Content with my recently discovered self. Glowing and dressed up in my beautifully-fitting clothes. Finally! As I take my first step down a flight of stairs, my heel gets stuck in the hem of my trousers. I start my descent in the air. As I am falling, I make mental arrangements for childcare during and after my hip replacement surgery, wondering how fast I can recover now that I have a stronger body.
I land on a bed of feathers. Sitting on the bottom of the stairs nursing my ego, I finally understand what my physical training has done for my body. My joints have softened. I have become malleable. I can take a fall. I still have work to do on the dramatic thinking. But that is to be continued.
A friend published an awesome short story recently. In it, he reminds me that my favorite color is rainbow. Does that reflect who I am? You bet. I have a military approach to discipline. Which implies my colour should be a solid khaki. I thrive on routine. Dreary grey. My life is a strictly-timed schedule. Brown? No. My schedule is oh-so colourful. Like the rainbow. It includes a romantic novel, yoga, cardiovascular activity, kickboxing, TRX, pilates, grown-up office work and meetings, social media surfing, and quiet reflection.
What happens when you ask an “athlete” to try yoga? Yoga is for skinny, flexible, mantra-bead, designer-legging wearing beautiful women who sip almond-milk matchas and listen to Deva Premal. Of course this yoga cannot be for everyone. Definitely not for me. I would much rather be wearing my red boxing gloves and beating up my awesome trainer at the gym while listening to country music.
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