Randomly remembering some good times, and no, not in a eulogistic kind of way! I do yoga and have for years, I wasn’t one of those people who joined the “pioneers” of what became the new fitness craze of the late 90s, early 2000’s, but I found it after Mr. Ex was on an extended gig for work flying home only on the weekends from Miami, the customer site. A good friend of mine, K, told me I better find something to calm me down (I was a little wound up taking care of 3 “babies” by myself week after week,) and she suggested yoga. I had been doing this other stuff for years, (calisthenics, aerobics, lots of sit ups,) and it was good, but it wasn’t emotionally soothing by far. So I tried yoga, how hard could it be? Well, who knew. After a couple of weeks mastering basic yoga, I jumped right in to power yoga/hot yoga and found muscles, and cardiovascular systems, and physical parts of my body that I never knew existed. If you do it right you are working out areas of your body you never knew weren’t working before…and on top of it, it was really, really cathartic for me. It was like a drug. I can’t describe it any other way, I was completely deeply emotionally and physically transformed by yoga on a daily basis. (Still am.)
My friend K was doing it too, as well as pilates, she really digs pilates, but she’s already pretty emotionally advanced so she didn’t need to master the transformative spiritual part of yoga. (And by spiritual I don’t mean religion in any sense of the world, I mean a universal consciousness thing.) Assuming you read from the “bottom up,” (ie day one of my blog,) remember how I used to start my day, I’d have coffee talk with my best bud K and then we’d work out in our separate homes, or vice versa–workout then coffee talk, and I would get my daily dose of yoga and her wisdom on life which simultaneously carried me through each day. She was like my life support. Yoga and K got me through each day.
This went on for a long time, a few years, then I had to move to Virginia with Mr. Ex. That story was a different post (See “Who are you and where do you live?”) and right before we moved back home K and I decided to go to a national yoga conference that was being held in Boston with all the big yoga gurus of the world. We practically had all of their videos (a lot of VHS tapes, this was sort of on the edge of the invention of the dvd,) and we could now go to this big convention and do yoga all day with these famous yogis and stay in a great hotel in Boston, get away from our families for a couple of days and get some “girls night out” time in too.
So Mr Ex, children, and I move home into the house of structural ruin, including no heat, no well, things collapsing around us, and…I have viral meningitis. Two weeks before the conference I was in the hospital feeling like I was dying after moving home where I wanted to be and so looking forward to our big yoga weekend. (This was a real go with the flow opportunity.) We paid big money and it was non-refundable so the pressure was on. I got out of bed and forced myself to go to the conference and it was worth every ounce of exhaustion, aches, pains, did I mention exhaustion (who can do yoga ALL.DAY.LONG just coming off of viral meningitis…ok who can do yoga all day long anyway?) We had a blast.
It was really funny because we were a couple of fit and hip gals who pretended they were super yogic and tried to blend in…and we got to people watch, no judgment in yoga, but it’s a whole different world when you’re at a conference with thousands of “yoga people.” I am chatty (remember I’m from the Midwest,) and was not afraid to talk to anyone about whatever, and she is quiet and reserved (true New Englander,) and I got the biggest kick out of how I would say, “We have 3 kids,” meaning we EACH were moms of 3 kids, and she would quickly qualify that we were separately married to different men and bore 3 children each with our respective mates….I don’t even think of stuff like that, I just talk fast and chit chat about whatever…nothing really matters in the yogic world. Truly. It’s not about the perception factor, it’s about getting real with yourself. Yoga is about individuality and true self expression of the soul while getting a pretty good workout along the way.
Did I mention the amazing comfortable beds at the hotel? And the really soft sheets and towels? How about the room service and the view of the city. Even better, we would ride up and down the elevator with some of these wildly famous yogi’s…it was like star-gazing. One of them (can we say real names on blogs?) who was like our hero looked right at my friend K and with a big smile on his face, perfectly white teeth, and his long black hair in a pony tail, said to her, “That’s a really big suitcase for 3 days!” Did she just die and shrink into the corner of the elevator or what. I, of course, chimed right in and said “Hey we have the same insurance!” Dork. I saw him on the back of a magazine that comes for my financial company which happens to be only offered to the military (my father was in the air force for a brief period before I was born,) and turns out that this big yoga guy also has this same financial company (his father was in the military too,) and I just had to share that with him because, well, that’s what I do. Find a commonality with a superstar and then try to be his friend.
Later on in the conference I saw him in the bookstore and approached him and reminded him I was the insurance magazine gal with the friend who had the giant suitcase in the elevator and asked him to autograph one of his videos for me, which he did so happily, politely, and he was even funny…made a few jokes…we laughed…I asked him out for coffee JUST KIDDING. (about the asking him out part. But I will say even Mr. Ex thinks yoga guy has good hair.)
Sidebar: several years later I got an invitation to be part of a video he was making for PBS, and actually went to the taping, sat in the small audience, and got a big headshot in the video…now who’s a superstar? Don’t think he remembered me but would like to pretend that he did. I am after all, one of his biggest fans.