Those of you who’ve met me know that I’m not in the best of health or shape. But every time I go to Singapore. our friend BK, bless his cotton socks, says that I ought to take up yoga. I’ve hesitated up to now, mainly because of the diabetes and the fact that I’m nearly 55. But my gym has just built a room where classes can be held, and they had a yoga “taster” class for free tonight. So I thought I’d take them up on it.
I got to the room, and about 5 other guys were there, plus the instructor. Suffice it to say, I stretched a lot of things that haven’t been stretched in a long time, I did manage most of the exercises, and I was sweating like a pig by the time we were finished. The instructor was most patient, and “allowed” us to reduce what we did if we weren’t able to do the entire thing. For example, there was one exercise where we were to balance on one foot; I couldn’t do that no matter how hard I tried. We had an hour of exercise, and I did get a lot out of it.
Afterwards, in the shower, I struck up a conversation with the instructor and when I mentioned that I had little feeling in my feet he said, “Aha! That’s why you couldn’t balance on one foot.” I’d never thought of that. I will really need to work on that somehow.
Anyway, I will try to go to the class at least once a week. The instructor was very patient, he worked with us, and those of us who were older or not as lithe were praised just as much as the others were. He is a really kind and good instructor and I hope I can keep up with him, at least just a little.
So I’ll look on the glass as half full (I’m still able to do most of the yoga exercises) rather than as half empty (I have been brought face to face with my limitations yet again).