Saturday, November 24, 2012
Well, it's been a little over 4 years since The Nameless Studio had turned my former self-sequenced yoga practice upside the head [no, NOT LITERALLY! I still am not big on inversions--even after all these years and the attempts by only 3 - of several - yoga teachers within that 4 year period, at three different studios each, to grab onto my body parts and hoist them from my one -legged dolphin with my head on the floor--where I'D BEEN PERFECTLY FINE (although there had been some deceptive (though not really to self) dynamism involved there] ...
Most of the time, the practice had been about an hour and a half or more each session, since then ... and I could not get the duration back down (unless I left a whole bunch of things out due to time-crunch or did SOMEONE ELSE's YOGA via VIDEO/AUDIO -- that ALWAYS worked ...) I was afraid I could not cross-train to the vigorous vinyasa studio ... if I don't cross train, my aging, not very athletic body is sore for 36 hours straight. In the '80s, duration never could trump intensity in home-cross-training with aerobics studio classes - taken a maximum of 2x a week. This time would be different.
Things got even more interesting after I switch to a throwback old-school (read: mild) yoga studio ... but I still had the workout-practice wherein I could not get the time down.
Things became super-interesting, even after all live studio classes ceased to exist in my life 14 months ago. My bank account liked it, since I'd had the money now for the occasional conscious dance workshop; and, of course, fairly frequent (but they don't have to be) mat pilates classes (because mat pilates is the only kind of discounted punchboard classes I could get that have a forgiving expiration date--thanks for nothing, NYC yoga-hyping hipsters!).
And I'd even gotten some dumb luck on my side. I'd won a membership to my yoga. I had 15 and a half months of online yoga (but I took mostly dance on there) to look forward to back in February ...
The time kept increasing.
Until one day ... about 2 weeks ago, I'd decided I'd had enough.
I am not exactly a beginner at yoga, even though I'd taken beginner-level (level-deflated "beginner" level such as what a highly wannabe trendy vinyasa studio might offer) for well over a year ... long after the time they wanted me to depart for tougher classes to make space for the Groupon-ers and deep-discounted newbie beginner students there ...
I needed to slightly concentrate the sequence/effects of the practice, so I did ... When I practice more frequently, my balance improves greatly, but not my flexibility any more ... Lopping off 35 minutes of a comprehensive yoga practice is no joke.
I had to ask myself the one important question: Who/what am I practicing for?
I have a life which involves caretaking an elderly relative, a lengthy commute to a full time job (one where I have to work among computers always breaking down), loving movies, loving to think and write ... and I know when yoga takes up too much of my time. Some people in my immediate age cohort have retired already; but I have to work, while I still have a job, or I can't eat.
Most importantly, I'd rather have something intense (not particularly vigorous---but active and intense) for a shorter period of time; it's over that much quicker, and I could get on with my life.
73 minutes. Not a second more.