DiZclaimer: This post is long & navel-gazing. Consider this yer warning to grab a snack & settle in or CLICK AWAY! CLICK AWAY! You decide.
On May the 6th at 915 I made a decision and I over-shared.
I wasnt yet a right angle—but I felt it coming on.
I also felt overwhelmed with brain-stuff (work, end of school year activities, planning for summer worktime & playtime) and *struggled* to turn my mind off at night.
As much as I longed to ignore it–my heart was telling me I needed yoga.
Not a yoga DVD.
Not a few downward dogs on my own.
I knew in my core (literal & figurative) I needed a yoga class in a structured, guided setting.
I kind of hate the classes. They tend to stress me out. My workout time is
at the asscrack of dawn quite early & classes feel like an intrusion on my work-day.
My hamstrings and low-back **insisted** I needed this intrusion.
I announced. I committed. I was skeptical I’d follow through.
I hoped I would. I knew I needed it. I still was uncertain.
Enter New Balance’s Anue yoga line.
It was right around this time they reached out and offered to send me a selection of apparel. And, quite frankly, had it not been right.at.that.time, Id probably have passed.
Im in the place of striving for LESS STUFF not more.
Im paring down and passing along opportunities to others who might be a better fit.
Intellectually I knew what I wore to yoga class wasnt really important. ANYTHING I owned would do.
I said yes to the items below quickfastandinahurry.
Im a misfit. Im not very zen. Im a weights-woman. I possess the balance of a drunken frat boy.
Whether it was entirely unnecessary or not I WANTED to have the proper external trappings for yoga given the fact I knew during a daytime class Id have the internal, decidedly NOT zen monkey-mind going.
I received the treats (so so so grateful for them).
I mentally committed to a yoga class that afternoon.
I out-loud announced my plan to the only other awake person in the domicile: The Tornado.
She looked at me quizzically (in her inimitable six year old way) & immediately informed me there was no need for a class. She would teach me yoga.
Right then. In her pajamas. At 5 in the morning.
The pictures below were all orchestrated by her.
The yoga sequence below made me realize, yet again, how frequently the best cure for my frazzle & the stress and the MIND OF A MONKEY comes simply from making the conscious choice to stop and be present.
(I realize this post is already too long. More than you’d ever want to know about my return to yoga is coming soon.)
My question for you today is a simple one:
Have you ever felt the need for “proper apparel” for a fitness endeavor? Did it feel to you—as it did to me––a sort of ‘fake it till you make it’ at least I’ll
appear ZEN look “right” sort of thing?
Or are you one who struts into every fitness situation knowing you own it & proper apparel be damned?
These are the items pictured above: Dipped dress in blue. Soaring shell in purple. Crop pant. I wholly, completely and utterly loved all of them. I covet them in their other colors now, too. Comfy, quality breathable fabrics, amazing cut/style. Questions on fit, sizing etc? HIT ME UP BELOW.
FTC the Anue clothing was free. The opinions & yoga-craziness are all my own.