March sure has been a weird month of great ups and a few downs. My husband started his new job here (yeah!) and has been busy. We had a successful work event and I’m currently on March Break with our girls. It’s been YEARS since I’ve taken a “March Break” vacation and it just feels weird! I’ve been running a little and spending time with OLF friends.
Old childhood friends are the best. They know the child in YOU and you get to laugh at all the crazy things you did growing up. Last weekend I got to spend time with an old friend who lost his mother recently. Our visit was brief but made me really happy to see him. The other was with my best friend, someone who I rarely get to see because of busy lives. Though we are busy and doing our own things, we can never forget each other. Plus we have Facebook so we’re always sending each other silly things that only we get 🙂
That’s kinda how I felt yesterday at yoga class. I missed it last week because of work and that’s okay. I managed to go today as my husband was home (another win for the job close to home). The room was full, though not at capacity. I was at the front of the class, eeek! My body was sore from two days of running in a row…well, really, it was sore from the squats and lunges I did during Sunday night’s workout. Would I forget what to do? Would my body remember? Would I even enjoy it?
As I got going in class, I couldn’t get focused. I couldn’t stop thinking about another old friend who’s life has been turned upside down. I’m not going to comment on what it is or who it is as I don’t feel it’s my place to share but she’s been on my mind due to a major life event. A childhood friend. Someone whom I played soccer with, learned to ride the public transit with, hours of bike riding together – those ties don’t go away even if the friendship isn’t as tight as it was as a child.
I slowly moved into the flow of the class and my body was achy from running -a good achy feeling. I was challenged. I stretched a little more. And I forgot life for about 45 minutes. I forgot what was going on outside those walls. I forgot about my friend, I even forgot about my family and what I was doing after the class (clay cafe painting with the girls). I just was so focused in the moment. THAT was nice.
All of a sudden it was time to slow down and move into shavasana as the class ending. I was brought back to the reality of life outside the yoga studio and though my body felt fantastic I was reminded of the crappy shit going in other’s lives. I just moved along with my day with our girls which turned into a stressful afternoon but they had fun. I ended my day with a pizza party for a mommy group and kids. Our oldest have been together since day 1…we’ll prenatal to be exact. We got together every Monday during that first year and sometimes even more. Our times together are further and further apart but all four mom’s and 9 kids have a blast. It was the perfect way to end the day.
So forget not why we go to yoga, run a marathon, swim in the ocean or play on the soccer field. Forget not that feeling of accomplishment, achievement, of pride. Forget not that reason we make plans with friends, we pick up the phone or we message someone online just to say “hi”. As sometimes they are the escape we need to feel better, to feel good and to not worry so much.
Do something for yourself today.
When was the last time you lost yourself in a class or run (insert activity)?
When was the last time you saw a childhood friend?
What’s your go to activity for not thinking about life stuff?