I’ve never been particularly athletic.
My parents forced me to play sports as a kid, and I hated every second of it.
In baseball, I was afraid of the ball.
In soccer, my dad coached and put me in fullback. I wanted to play midfield.
In middle school, my mom signed my up for cross country. In eighth grade, I signed up for football. To impress a girl. It didn’t work.
In high school, once I was free from sports and compulsory gym classes, I did not take it upon myself to be active.
In college, it didn’t get any better.
I graduated high school at 135 lbs. Now, I’m around fifty pounds north of that.
While I’ve never been seriously overweight, I could definitely stand to be in better shape.
I once ran a mile in 5’45. Now, I lose my breath if I jog a mile.
To tell the truth, I haven’t been completely complacent. I have tried a few things.
A few years back, my wife and I were biking five miles a day. It worked great. I lost about fifteen pounds over the course of a few months.
Then winter came. My bike hasn’t come out of the garage.
In my mid twenties, I started skateboarding again. For a couple years, I was skating enough to stay in shape.
Then, I sprained my ankle dropping in. I’ve managed to get back on the board, but I can’t push myself as hard as I did.
Once, I even went to the gym. A weightlifter friend of mine walked me through how to get real and proper swole.
I didn’t exactly start looking for deadlifting shows on Sport Consumer, but I intended to go back.
I never did.
A couple months ago, my wife and I found a 30 day yoga challenge on Amazon Prime.
We decided that, if nothing else, we would complete the challenge. By hook or by crook.
We tried the first episode.
The instructor started us off easy.
Or so she said. Muscles we didn’t even know we had were screaming in rebellion. Our balance was pathetic, seconded only by our stamina.
But the change was immediate.
Even the first day, I became I intensely aware of my body. I felt my posture improving. I could even feel my circulation.
We progressed quickly, too. The first day, we had a hard time getting into a forward fold. By day ten, we were in crow pose.
Things were going great. We were actually keeping up with the daily schedule. Poses that were impossible the the first few days became comfortable in the second week. We even bought yoga mats.
About twenty days in, we got sick. We skipped yoga and stayed in bed that day. And the next day. And the next few days.
This was not the first time I had let my fitness plan go to the wayside.
But then, something happened that I didn’t expect. Two weeks after we stopped our routine, we got out the yoga mats and turned on the channel.
Our bodies were not prepared.
Our planks were shaky. Our downward facing dogs wobbled. I lost my balance a few times during my Warrior pose.
But throughout the twenty-five minutes of the video, our bodies remembered their former strength. Soon enough, I was moving through my vinyasa with strength and stability.
It’s only been one day, so it’s hard to say whether or not this will truly stick.
But so far, yoga is looking like it might be the question to my fitness problem.