Yoga: love the idea, but not sure it’s for me.
Tonight, is the night. I’ve decided to break the seal and attend my first yoga class.
I don’t have to tell you that every bit of my acquired masculine identity is screaming “no, no, no.” As much as I want to suck it up and get on with it, the gulf between the first step and where I am now has been as wide as the Grand Canyon. Failing sprouting wings and being able to soar across, that divide has been far too wide.
So, what’s changed my attitude? Well, I’ve decided that since I’ve survived putting flax seed in everything (what I jokingly call Chia Pet to Linda; there’s a story in that) I can risk alfalfa sprouts and Thai pants.
On the road to where I want to be
I’m fitter than I was but I still sport a rather robust girth. The image I have of myself does not match the reflection in the mirror and quite frankly I am ashamed. On the other hand, if I can wear compression wear doing aerobics in the gym, I can suck it up and roll around with all the grace of a python than has swallowed a pig. That, like the pig, shall pass.
I’m ready to swallow my shame and get on with it.
Go big or go home
I go for the gusto.
Everything that I do, if I cater to both my competitive nature and need to succeed, I do to the extreme. I find it hard to break down an entirely new activity into manageable, progressively more challenging parts. Instead I go overboard.
When it comes to fitness, I’ve been there, done that. I have paid exorbitant sums in the past for a personal trainer, struggling with the limitations he placed on me rather than letting me beat the machines, or hit yet again another personal best. And the same PT was determined to follow his own agenda and despite my concerns and objections I found myself in a situation where I got hurt.
I’m going to work overtime to take a measured approach.
I grew up straddling more than one socioeconomic class and the great generational divide between Hippy and Disco. Yoga practitioners were the alfalfa-sprout-eating long-hairs that I was too young to be but wished I was.
Too, generationally as a late-boomer, I’m not as open to alternative lifestyles, as much as it is acceptable to those younger than me. I struggle with my sons’ embracing not only chest thumping, grunting weight training and exercise but their determination to live a healthier lifestyle through diet and, yes, yoga.
James, the youngest, taught me something about personal care. It isn’t that he is flamboyant, but that he is willing to embrace metrosexual. He taught me it was okay to feel comfortable wearing flip flops.
Rob, the oldest, is more direct in his approach, and unapologetically pursues a healthier alternative way of life. He taught me that it was okay to be in your face about what works for him. For Rob, more than any else, I owe him to give yoga a shot.
And I owe it to myself to be open.
I am starting to push up against limits both in physiotherapy and in aerobics. I need an answer to the surprising tightness and soreness of muscles increasingly liberated. I want to continue to step up my efforts because frankly I enjoy my twice-daily 40-minute workouts. And I’m ready to begin challenging myself with cable and free weights.
To do that though, I must start to address a decades-long aversion to disciplined stretching coupled with a pathology of over and under-developed muscle groupings after 39 years coping with a leg injury.
I find it interesting that that one thing, need, overcomes the weight of inertia, closing that chasm and making the step across manageable. Not easy mind you. But manageable.
Managing your finances is little different than any other endeavor in life. It is only when need overcomes the baggage you carry that you can actively deal with it. And the older you are, the tighter your attitudes.
I’m not suggesting that Linda or I have the answers you need to be more successful as an investor; that comes from within. But we’re both good at being a coach to help you sort out what barriers have stood in your way to past financial success. And we both can help you break things down into manageable bites.
To find out more, give me (437 266 1125) or Linda a call (437 266 1126).
David Chellew and Linda Odnokon have been life partners and in business together for almost 19 years. During that time, they have mellowed into their respective roles and enjoy working with individual investment clients. Dave is a Portfolio Manager and Linda is an Investment Advisor with iAS and work out of the co-work space Brightlane on King West in downtown Toronto.
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