Yoga is the love of my life. I have been trying to break it off with my mistress, Running, but I can’t. When I am with my Yoga, nothing else matters – I could be totally satisfied with just one lover. Then I court that old boyfriend, Running. Today it was 10 miles of hearthumping rigor that tested my patience and mettle. As always, when it’s over I am planning my next rendezvous with this addictive boyfriend though my Yoga isn’t too happy. She’s classy though – graceful and always open to my sheepish return. She doesn’t shake her finger at me but she knows my hips will be tight. Boyfriends usually like that.
I told myself this next half marathon May 20th would be my 6th and last. I would then renew my vows with Yoga and Ashtanga myself into ecstasy for the rest of my life. I know a few gorgeous breathtakingly beautiful, centered and strong friends who only do their Yoga and that’s enough. Perhaps I will be part of that harem. I can be totally happy that way. Then there’s this little itch I can’t seem to scratch. After my 10 today I found myself feeling like I could handle anything. The afterglow from that experience is a day of aftershocks that make me feel capable and on top of the world. Do I really want to give that up? I just don’t know. This love triangle isn’t wrong it’s just a little confusing. And so I will ponder, accept what is, not judge and enjoy my good health. Sounds. Very. Yogic.
On thing is for certain – I will NEVER have the dilemna of choosing between quilting and Yoga. I am just not that good.
I did make this last week for my youngest daughter’s First Holy Communion – it’s a pew marker.
One of my “friends” asked me if I was Jane’s age (8) when I made it. Nice. Because I spent time over the weekend with my favorite people watching my daughter do a favorite thing, it didn’t matter which sport-love I’d choose for the next day. It happened to be Running. But for me, it is always, always, Yoga. What’s your first sports love?