It has been hot, hot hot! The kind of hot that you expect in August as the summer winds down, where you sit in a darkened house and sip lemonade while flipping through crap daytime television. Since the heat and I don’t get along well, I have skipped my workouts, opting for public places where I can suck up THEIR air.
The warm weather also means a return of shorts and sleeveless tops. Since I am a fan of both, I noticed that the body isn’t exactly cooperating. This means it’s time to start working out again.
Thanks to two furry alarm clocks, I was up earlier than normal. Taking advantage of the coolness of the morning, I went out for my walk, going to a semi private field so that no one would see me as I attempted to shake some extra jiggle.
After my walk, I sat in the shade of a tree to stretch. Still feeling good about my workout, I began to do a few moves from Yoga for Runners that would stretch my aching body.
Oh. My. God. It was amazing.
I am hooked.
Yoga outdoors is not just for patchouli smelling, tied dyed wearing, middle age exhibitionist. It is now for me!
In the past, I never could understand why people liked the outdoors so much. There’s the heat and humidity, the bugs, people with dogs. I am a city gal, and prefer to be inside. When I wanted to do yoga, I always preferred the comfort and privacy of my living room to downward dog, plank, and forward bend.
In the twenty minutes I stretched I could feel myself one with nature. I can understand now why people go to Rittenhouse Square and practice. Practising outside, you feel the caress of the wind, the quiet murmur of nature, the sun kissing your skin. Outside, there’s no limits to the time you spend meditating. No bossy cats jump on your lap, breaking your flow. No kids are calling you to help locate a wayward shirt. The Mister isn’t brushing by with a mumbled “Scuse Me” as he prepares his breakfast. Outside, it is truly you and nature.