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Do it for the feeling

Today I went for a jog…and it was hard.  I’m not a natural when it comes to exercise at any rate – it’s just never come easy to me – but today kicked my arse.  I was thirsty, I felt like my breakfast was still digesting, I was out of breath too soon and my legs felt like bricks. It reminded me a lot of when I first started.  But I’ll start this post a little further back than that.

After I broke my leg, the doctors said I wouldn’t need any physio because the breaks were in the tibia and fibula, not the joints.  So although they had operated on me three times to insert, re-set (because my foot was pointing in the wrong direction the first time), and finally remove the nail that extended from my ankle (joint) to my knee (joint), and although a good part of the trauma my leg went through was at these joints (owing to the two screws at either end to hold the nail in place), no follow-up therapy was carried out.  Consequently, I had a lot of pain, particularly in my ankle.  I couldn’t walk for more than half an hour before I began limping.

It didn’t help at all that I’d begun putting on weight.

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Get the body you want in only 2 1/2 years!

When Jamie Oliver famously (and somewhat successfully) tried to convince Britain via his preferred medium – the television documentary – that they needed to improve the quality and nutrition of school lunches, the reaction from some bordered on hostile.  People called him out for trying to tell them how to live their lives, how-very-dare-he and all that.  The media showed images of mothers passing fried chicken and chips through school fences so their little preciouses wouldn’t have to eat what someone else found good for them (though to be fair, the media probably jumped on those photo ops, and it was probably far less widespread than they’d have had us believe).

Food is a damned sensitive subject.  It is for me.  I’m betting it is for you.  It defines us culturally, socio-economically, and ethically.  It forms the foundation of almost every ritual we share amongst friends and family (particularly if we add drink into this equation).  We cannot live without it, and yet it kills far too many of us every year.  Corporations have corrupted it beyond recognition, and activists the world over have dedicated their lives to rescuing it (and consequently us) and bringing it back to the nourishing, life-giving thing it was meant to be.  Food.

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On Balance

In the Primary Series used by Astanga yogis, there is a pose I’m nowhere near able to get into called ardha baddha padmottanasana (say that three times fast), or half-bound lotus intense stretch posture.  It looks like this:

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 A modification of a modification of that one is another posture in its own right, called vrikshasana, or tree pose.  It looks like this:

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I struggle with this one, too: balance has never been my thing.  In fact, I recently found out that this is not just because I’m not trying hard enough:  by nature of the fact that my great-grandmother, my grandmother and my mother all had or have something called genetic or hereditary neuropathy, there’s a pretty good chance I’ve got it, too.  I’m not too terribly worried about it – while my grandma’s not at the height of her game, she was a sharp shooter up until 80+, as was my great grandma, and my mom comes to speak to me on Skype more often than not pulling off her gloves from working in the garden, returning from or on her way to a workout, or exhausted from a day filled with any number of physical tasks.  I’m just annoyed that, from the little I can understand from what I’ve read on the interweb, I’m predisposed to the clumsiness that’s ailed me all my life.  I am, quite literally, a natural-born klutz.

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