Saturday, July 16, 2011

7am yoga? no problem!


Meet Michael DeCorte. He's the founder of Jock Yoga and my new yoga teacher.


Here's how I met Michael:


A few weeks ago, I was starting to get more and more upset about the fact that my yoga practice was… well, slipping. I'm a certified teacher and I was neither teaching nor practicing (bad!) I decided I needed to do something major to get myself back in the game.


So I signed up for a month-long morning bootcamp with Michael.



The style: Jock Yoga. High intensity vinyasa/ power sequencing that leaves you drenched (despite A/C) and aching all over (when the aches subside though, you're left with awesome muscle definition). It's a killer workout.


The location: Buddha Body Yoga


The time: Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays at 7am. That's right folks, I said 7am.... for the whole of July! (Please also note that I live some 15 subway stops away).




Two weeks later, when the alarm goes off at 5:15, I'm still not sure why I signed up… but as soon as I make it to BBY, I instantly remember. I get my butt kicked for an hour and I leave feeling energetic, alive and accomplished. By 8:30, I am in my cubicle having already done something I love, and having already fed by body and soul. It's amazing - more than I could have asked for when signing up, really.


Don't get me wrong, it's still very hard to get up at 5:15 and I often think about throwing in the towel, but I won't because that feeling of accomplishment (and the toned body!) is well worth cutting off an hour of sleep.


Challenge yourself to an early morning practice - yoga, running, whatever. See how it changes your day. If I can get up at 5:15 three times a week, so can you!


Oh, and try out one of Michael's many classes throughout the city. You won't regret it!


xo


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

oh my...


P.S. Eat organic!

P.P.S. She is adorable!

dreaming...

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."
Thoreau


When did we get to be too old to dream? Too practical? Too "selfless"? A lot of us grown ups have this impeccable way of settling and giving up what our hearts want most. And frankly, it's phooey!

I've been walking around in this haze recently, trying to figure out why I'm not exactly as happy as I should be - my life is pretty awesome, all of the pieces fit on paper, yet something is off. I've been frustrated beyond belief that along with the haze, my health keeps puttering along, barely surviving despite the copious amounts of work and energy I put in.

And then today, someone I admire very much put it all into perspective: I'm limiting myself. I'm giving up on my dream and every cell in my body and soul is rebelling. Phooey!

And why?

Why do we give up our dreams whether they be to travel the world or save it or both? Whose limitations are we accepting and why?

Here's the kicker, folks: the limitations are really just our own. If you're willing to work hard enough, and if you really believe in the depths of your you-ness, you can accomplish just about anything (especially if you accept that sometimes the universe has a divine wisdom that may be a lot sharper than your own).

As to why you're limiting yourself, that one you'll have to answer on your own.



I missed you, dear readers! I hope all is well!

Ta ta for now...
mxo