This time last year exercise was so easy. Didn’t need to think about it. Chuck some kettlebells about and then go running in the hills. Happy days.
Then the pandemic happened. Anxiety and fears of my son brought the walls up. Suddenly we were housebound. Running stopped.
So now it’s chucking a kettlebell about and things like yoga. It’s not easy anymore. Not just running in the direction of my nose anymore. Need to think about things. Lots of things…
- Are the feet, hips and shoulders in line,
- Imagine the feet sinking into the ground, a great base,
- Am I correctly rooted,
- Is the back straight,
- Am I controlling my breathing,
- Am I extending that hip opener,
- Is this an up dog or a down dog,
- Is my neck extended,
- Have I just done a clockwise or anticlockwise circle with my knee,
- Which is my left leg again,
- Is that my knee clicking,
- How am I going to get out of this knot,
- Have I done my 3 minutes in the tree pose yet,
- Remember to lower my back one vertebrae at a time,
- Do I bring my feet together, hip wide or wider,
- What on earth is a virabhadrasana II,
- Is my bum tensed,
- Don’t forget to say namaste….
If the thinking was bad enough what about the pain. Never again will I ever moan about a muddy hill climb. The agony of a delicious hip opener. The dizziness of my head being below my buttocks. The shooting pain from holding my entire and not insignificant weight on just two dodgy old wrists for a torturous crow. The brain shakes that come from yet another extended plank. That soul destroying feeling that hits you when after suffering 5 minutes of a triangle pose you here the words ‘and now for the left side’.
So yes I really do miss the good old days of just running.