Now that I'm a working performer, at some point it occurred to me that some sort of physical training would be beneficial. So, I signed up for a yoga class.
Actually, I ran (and finished!) the 2012 Tokyo Marathon, so I have a certain level of confidence about my physical abilities.
I'm not really any good at sports, so running the whole 42.195 kilometres allowed me to discover a new side of me. I began to believe that I can do anything I set my mind to if I focus and remain positive.
When I signed up for the yoga class, I expected to do a lot of stretching and nurture my muscles through relaxation. I mean, people look so calm and relaxed when doing those yoga poses on the beach with the sunset/sunrise in the horizon.
Wrong! After just 10 minutes of stretching, we had a grueling 45 minutes of muscle training for muscles that I didn't even know existed. My teacher looked at me and my trembling body parts (apparently this happens if you engage underused muscles) and said, "Your abdominal muscles are very weak. Hold that pose!" I had to laugh at myself. I looked at my reflection in the mirror in sheer disbelief at my ineptitude.
That very night and for three days afterward, every movement annoyed a sore muscle.
I went to the class the following week, encouraging myself while still realistically acknowledging my limitations. (I've never done a 180-degree split.)
The teacher was happy to see me, and she said that many girls don't go to the class a second time. Well, not me! I face challenges head on!
I'll go ahead and encourage myself using past victories. Woohoo!!