Now that I have my dumbbells and E-Z Bar put off to the corner of the apartment, I’ve been focusing on other things like cardio (biking), twerking, walking with nature, flexibility and mobility work. My physical therapist has even whispered restorative yoga and has recommended some DVD’s specifically for pelvic floor dysfunction that involves yoga. So, you know where that’s taking me.
Now I’m not the biggest fan of cardio, but I’m a fan of being healthy enough. To make biking for miles fun at the apartment, I blast tunes on my S1-Pro Bose! The music gives me goosebumps and sometimes I can feel the bass deep in my heart as I drown out everyone else’s music in the building. Sometimes I like multiple sessions spreading them from morning, afternoon or night. And when I’m in a carefree mood, I’ll ride the bike without undies because that’s something I could never do at the gym!
Some people underestimate the work it takes to twerk. It’s a hell of a workout! Plus, it’s something that gets my heart racing quicker than I can shake my ass, probably. I’m not supposed to squat, lunge or do crunches, according to my physical therapist, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, even though it may hurt me. The main move of the twerk is a squat! Still though, there are so many damn drills from standing, to bending over, to squatting on your toes, to performing movements on the wall or floor. It’s great!
I remember when I first started twerking my body didn’t have the best muscle memory. It felt like the first time I tried to dumbbell chest press; massively awkward and almost impossible. I remember being self-conscious trying to chest press, more so than twerking. Now, my ass has graduated! It has a mind of its own and moves on its own freewill. The only thing I need is a nickname for my twerking persona.
So, it took me a long time to be more flexible, but I got somewhere. I stretched more of my lower body than I do my upper body because one day I want to be able to do the split. Flexibility always reminds me of mobility work, so I do them both. I used to think warmups, flexibility and mobility stuff were a waste of time, but that’s only because 1. I can be kind of idiotic and 2. because I was young and could get away without doing those things, so I thought. I’m older now and my body is not having that shit anymore. I must warm up and get all my juices flowing before I can dive into any kind of training just like foreplay before the climax.
Well, I’m new to restorative yoga. I hope to practice it to the point where I turn into an airplane and levitate above the masses and hope to write about the journey of my new elevation. So far, it’s weird to me. At least, the process of being gentle as well as the process of consciously relaxing. It’s eye-opening. For the longest time, I lifted aggressively at the gym. And to my amazement, I’ve never considered myself to be aggressive, even when others pointed and RAWR at me. But by doing restorative yoga, I can see now how hostile, and often, how destructive I was. Shit! I have the injuries as proof.
Learning how to relax is something I needed in my life but didn’t know I needed in my life. Isn’t that how it often is? You never know what you need because you’re usually fixated on wanting something else that it overshadows what you actually NEED! Anyhow, it’s taken me a long time to come around and relax for my overall well-being. To be honest, the idea of being gentle to myself is/was pretty darn foreign, but I’m less guarded to being tender now with newfound appreciation. This sums up everything!
Here’s an article to the introduction of restorative yoga if you’re curious.
Try it sometime.