The P-Dawg has been hounding me to give yoga a try ever since he became obsessed with it earlier this year.
He started out just following the Wii Fit regimen, but soon it wasn’t enough. The P-Dawg’s thirst for contorting himself into unnatural poses was insatiable. Advanced yoga books from Amazon dot com began piling up on our doorstep. The P-Dawg started devoting up to an hour a day to his practice. He stopped eating foods that didn’t “nourish his life force” and toyed with the idea of painting a red line down the middle of his forehead.
Sometimes I’d wake up to the sight of him meditating in lotus position by the light of his salt lamp. “Namaste,” he’d nod to me as I hauled myself into the shower. Before long, he’d lost seven pounds and no longer felt pain in his back.
I was all for the P-Dawg’s new healthy lifestyle, but it was starting to cramp my ability to lie on the couch eating cookies. You just can’t enjoy an Oreo when your husband is sitting two feet away from you with his feet wrapped around his neck, saying things like, “That Oreo will suck the life force right out of you, you know.”
I told him I would give it a try. I geared up for my yoga practice by setting my alarm clock a little earlier each morning. When it went off, I would think about doing yoga for fifteen minutes.
And I was still in this phase of my practice, the gearing up phase, when the P-Dawg casually mentioned that one world famous violinist was able to recover from a debilitating violin injury and improve on his playing through the practice of yoga.
Well, that got my attention. Because though I’ve progressed handsomely on the violin since making my recording, I’ve been struggling with tension when I play, as all great string players do. See, you’re supposed to let the violin just barely rest on your shoulder as your bow dances gently across the strings, not hook it under your chin and grip it like it’s the last banana on the island.
What if yoga practice could help take my music to the next level?, I thought. My original violin teacher was a yoga fanatic and she seemed pretty good.
It was worth a try.
I decided to attend a beginners yoga class the very next morning, at the gym where I haven’t been in three months. I was able to sucker my friend Pauline into going, too, when she tweeted something about putting on a pair of yoga pants and going to the gym. In retrospect, she may have just been planning to run on the treadmill, but I took it as a silent plea for somebody to ask her to do a yoga class with them.
I met Pauline at the yoga studio with my iPhone and she with with her Droid. She was planning on live Tweeting our yoga class and I was planning on taking pictures of her to post on the Internet. But what we found was that there was no time for Tweeting or picture taking while flowing gracefully from pose to pose and trying to balance ourselves, for example, on one foot.
But it was a good class and afterward I felt limber and rejuvenated. I think yoga will really help me to sneak up on my kids when I need to bust them doing something wrong because already my joints aren’t cracking as loudly as they used to.
There’s just one thing that’s bothering me.
When I came home, I made a beeline for my violin. But when I started playing, it still sounded like somebody (me?) was trying to skin a cat.
Well. I guess you just can’t expect these things to happen overnight.
There is something weird going on in this picture. But what?
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