I’ve obviously been thinking a lot lately about why I’ve grown tired of my daily morning runs. But it wasn’t until yesterday morning that I had a moment of clarity.
I am always, always running. I am always on the run.
Now, to be clear, I’m not running from anything. I’m just constantly on the run, as in, always on the go. See the difference? Running from something typically carries with it a negative connotation, whereas being on the run is simply a way of existence — a very, very frenzied way of existence at that.
Of course, this “aha” moment came to me at just the right time. For the first time in a while, I wasn’t running at all. In fact, I was walking — slowly — to my very first yoga class in months. Let that sink in for a minute: months.
One of the biggest things I’ll be making an effort to do this month will be to rediscover my love of running . Some of the ways I plan on doing so are by alternating my running routes…
(This was on Tuesday morning. I ran somewhere between 4 and 5 miles on the east side, taking 10 minutes to stop, stretch and lunge at the parks on Sutton.)
…and searching for snippets of inspiration by way of keeping running magazines in my presence at all times.
But, as one of my good running buddies also recommended just last week (oh hey @beth1126), maybe it’s time I took a break. Stop. Slow down. Soak it all in. Breathe.
Enjoy soft serve fruit.
Maybe happiness can be that simple.
As I’m sitting here writing this, I can’t believe that this week marked my first yoga class since last year. Has time really flown that fast? Did I really allow myself to forget about one of my favorite ways to relax and unwind before (or even after!) a stressful day at work?
In all fairness, there are a few valid reasons why I’ve neglected this outlet for some time now. Let’s explore them here:
1. Running. I think that as part of my attempt to love running again, I decided, for whatever reason, that it’s all I was allowed to do. Yoga would only get in the way. (I realize how crazy this sounds, but I’m just trying to give you an open look into my wacky brain.)
2. Location. I used to work in Union Square, which is home to a serious hub of yoga studios. From posh to pedestrian, there is a space to practice for anyone and everyone. Now, I work in midtown — only a few blocks from my apartment at that. Anyone who lives near Grand Central knows there are very few yoga studios.
3. It’s spring! And it is so, so lovely out. As much as my runs have been particularly tough, they’ve also been especially beautiful. I have not regretted a single run I’ve taken. I’ve simply felt challenged along the way.
On Wednesday evening of this week, I made a decision and promised myself to stick the hell to it. I resolved to go to yoga on Thursday morning, and I resolved to not back out.
I’d been intrigued with a little studio in Murray Hill — one of the few — for a while now, and have otherwise neglected to go. To be transparent, it’s a $20 class, which is typically much more than I’m willing to spend on any single workout — not when Central Park in all it’s glory is absolutely, 100% free.
Desperate for calm and peace of mind, on Thursday morning, I caved. With a 50% off birthday coupon in hand, I met the morning sun in flip flops and spandex, and walked a few short blocks over to Mang’Oh. The studio is conveniently located on 39th between 2nd and 1st.
As it turns out, Mang’Oh is a lovely space — and the teacher who led Thursday morning’s class, Angelina, was even lovelier. Despite a slight payment snafu (apparently I had taken a class in the past, and never paid? me thinks I’d remember that!), I enjoyed almost every aspect of the experience. Angelina’s morning flow was perfect from start to finish. The music she played in the background perfectly complemented it too, the sequence which consisted of a varied blend of strength, core and balancing poses, along with a nice, long shoulder stand at the end.
Ah, I feel better already recounting the experience today. Part of me can’t believe how long I’ve gone since being able to say, yes, I am grounded, I am centered once again. But then again, part of me knows exactly why I haven’t; I am simply constantly on the run.
Mang’Oh is a bit pricy when all you purchase is a single class, however their packages are actually pretty reasonable. For 10 classes, you pay $160, or $16 per class. For 20, you bring it down to $14 — and you have 90 days to use up your card.
I’m genuinely excited to return to Mang’Oh again, but I think a big part of making this feeling of ahh (of ohm?) last will be incorporating it into my schedule on the reg. I’m not making any promises yet, but for now, this big change of heart is a great place to start.