UPDATE: I wanted to mention, that Ewoh finished the Half-Marathon for Crohn's Disease!!! Talk about a reason for exercise!
Mark Terry started a new blog, Fatt-2-Fitt (please visit!), which got me thinking about working out, which got me thinking about my life since the foot, which got me thinking about how my life has changed since the foot.
Especially in small ways.
When I practice my own pieces (as opposed to my students' pieces), it makes me more creative in my teaching. Also, it makes my writing more rhythmic, more "on." When I'm writing, it's so quiet, I am totally rejuvenated to hear sound. (When you're listening really hard for eight hours a day, for even longer, sometimes you just want to shut your ears down for a break.) With music, I'm constantly perfecting and memorizing, and not every moment is a "creative" moment.
So writing becomes the world where I can create. And where I can get the stories out of my head so I can focus on other things.
But today, I realized how much the physical feeds me.
At this point, I can do most yoga (my foot does swell up, but it doesn't hurt until the next day, so who cares at this point), and some of my Taekwondo forms as long as I do some stuff incorrectly (not pivot with my foot). Walking and running and most everything else is out, except weight lifting.
So Mark Terry's blog inspired me to get back to yoga.
At first, of course, it was mostly grunting and groaning and everything was irritatingly stiff and uncomfortable. It's been awhile.
There's that place you find, sometimes, that place where your whole world becomes feeling one position and holding one stretch, where with your whole heart, all you want to do is just feel your body stretch.
Maybe it's that my work is so mental. When you push against your mental limits, they're unclear. They're muddy. You're not sure how far you can go, what's a fear, what's a message, what's a desire to go in a different direction, what's an insecurity.
With the physical, it's all so much clearer. You feel your limits instantly, obviously. You don't have to second guess them. You note them, and then you can focus on stretching beyond them.
Running, to me, was always a face-to-face confrontation with my fear of not being able to do it. Yoga is, too, but in a smaller way.
Facing that fear in a small way and experiencing the exhilaration of working through it makes it so much easier to face that fear in other areas of one's life.
And then there's how good it feels to just move sometimes, to stretch and bend and arc.
Here's a little video on ashtanga yoga. Don't let the fact that it was the "it" yoga awhile back scare you away. It got me stronger and more flexible than any other yoga. Let's hope it can do it again!
Do your various discipline feed each other? How? And does exercise feed your more mental pursuits? And despite how good something feels, do you ever catch yourself avoiding that which makes you feel so much better?