It has been about three weeks since I confessed to you guys that I couldn’t run a mile.
I can now run a mile.
Well that was fast.
It turns out that your body (or at least, my body) adapts to running pretty fast. All I did was run a half mile about every other day for the first week (walking another half mile), run 3/4th of a mile every other day the second (walking the last 1/4th) and run a full mile every other day the next week, with a five minute walking warmup and a five minute walking cool down every run-day.
However, while it was conceptually easy to do, it was by no means a fun thing to do.
I stand by the fact that I absolutely hate running. Or at least, strongly dislike running, probably for all the same reasons that have been quoted and re-quoted over and over ad nauseum, amen.
I think it’s boring.
It makes my legs feel weird.
It makes my knees hurt.
I can tell the weird guy on the treadmill next to me is trying to look down my shirt.
I’m pretty sure if I touched the treadmill screen I’d contact a rare and fatal virus.
I could be doing nothing right now.
My thighs rub together sometimes and it makes me feel like an overactive lion seal.
Putting all those excuses aside, however, I think I’m going to try to run a 5k this summer.
Anyone care to join me?
It’s been a weird day here at hnwcassandra. Actually, a weird few days.
I mentioned recently that I was in a bit of a yogic rut, and I’m still coming out of it.
My practice recently has been extremely inconsistent. I’m training to teach another form of exercise and I’ve been busy with life and actually trying to have a full day off once a month or so (LOL NOPE), so when I do have a minute or two, the studio is the last place I want to be.
Yet I digress.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about workout guilt and whether or not it’s a good thing. If you ever go on to Pinterest (where you should follow me! hnwcassandra!), you’ll start to notice about a kazillionity pins related to working out, to getting skinny, and to being healthier.
A lot of those pins are quotes that run somewhat along the lines of IF YOU DON’T EXERCISE RIGHT NOW YOU ARE A TERRIBLE PERSON AND YOU WILL GET FAT AND DIE.
This is a terrible lie.
I’m not saying that people don’t make awful excuses to not go to the gym. I make awful excuses all the time. I made three today, including I just ate a whole bowl of Rice Krispies and I don’t want to brush my hair.
However, villainizing (spell-check tells me that’s not a word, but I’m going to run with it) ourselves for not going to the gym isn’t going to get us off the couch. It’s just going to make us feel shittier about ourselves for not going. Rewarding ourselves for going doesn’t work either. We aren’t dogs. We don’t need a treat every time we do something good.
The self-sustaining desire to go the gym comes from within. It’s a mindset. It’s a habit. It’s a way of life that doesn’t need punishment or reward. It just is. Changing your existing mindset to a gym-goer’s mindset is hard and terrible and seems impossible, but it’s not.
But anyways. It’s late and I’m tired and work comes early, so let’s table this until next Tuesday.
So I’ve been teaching yoga on and off now for about two and a half years, and I’ve recently come to several conclusions about teaching. The first and most important is that learning how to teach yoga is the best thing that I ever could have done for myself. Secondly, teaching yoga is the bomb-diggity. Thirdly, most people fail to grasp what it is, exactly, that I do. I told someone once that being a yoga instructor is kind of like if Dumbledore also taught people how to take care of their bodies through interpretive dance, but they either didn’t get the reference or the metaphor got away from me.
I get the added benefit of teaching yoga with my mom at her studio. This is especially awesome because I can ask her yoga and anatomy questions at absurd hours, because we’ve also dragged my dad down the yoga hole, and because wearing yoga pants at all times is completely acceptable.
1. Teaching yoga taught me how to care about other people.
That makes me sound like a terrible person, so I’ll rephrase slightly. Teaching yoga made me want to see strangers succeed. This started out as me seeing their success as a measure of how good of a teacher I was, but now I truly get a kick out of watching my students start to master poses that used to intimidate them.
2. It taught me how to motivate myself.
In order to teach yoga, you actually have to do yoga. This is self-explainatory. However, just because I teach exercise doesn’t mean I like to exercise. I find it as hard to drag myself down to the studio as the next girl, especially when it’s nice out or there’s a new episode of How I Met your Mother on. Teaching yoga made me realize that the more I practiced myself, the better I was at teaching.
3. It makes me more confident and more eloquent.
For a writer (or perhaps because I’m a writer) I trip over my speech a lot. I rely a lot on hand gestures, body language, sound effects, and nonsense words, I mumble, and I mispronounce things in practically every sentence I make in casual conversation.When I teach yoga, I actually have to make some sense. It’s been an uphill battle, but every once in a while I even manage a word or two.
So what can we learn from this, internet, besides that yoga is awesome? That there are hidden benefits to every job you really take on. Whoa, right? Who knew that that 12 hour shift at McD’s was actually good for you?
Jokes aside, making a list of the things I like about the jobs I work has made those tasks – however mundane – seem a little better, brighter, and worthwhile.
Try it out and tell me how it works for you!