I don’t often do yoga but when I do, this is how I feel… How I really feel…
Hitting the gym is obviously the best option for a healthy lifestyle, especially if you have a job like mine. I’m a Marketing Executive for an online property portal in Malaysia and a so-called team player who never had the chance to apply for annual leave and go on a much-needed vacation. That’s because my three teammates have already made plans to go somewhere, leaving me with the Herculean task of covering for them on top of doing my own work.
So naturally, I would think that by checking myself into my neighbourhood gym, things would look brighter. My stress would eventually wash away as I sweat it out on the bike. Or maybe I could quash and squash my stress when I pump some iron. Or maybe I could knock my stress out with a couple of uppercuts with the punching bag.
Those plans, however, didn’t quite materialise the way I hoped it would.
That’s because I never had the time to leave work early or on time to make it to the gym.
By the time I actually leave the office, it would be 8:00pm. By the time I reach a place for dinner (just barely) alive, it would already be 9:00pm. By the time I get home to shower and get ready for bed, it would already be 11:00pm (and I’m being generous here with the time spent doing these things). By the time I actually get into bed and sleep, it would be midnight or past midnight. If I wanted to slot gym time in, I would likely be in bed by midnight with no time to rest and relax in bed with my book.
So if I really wanted to slot in some gym time, I will just have to leave earlier from work. Or just do it over the weekend which happened to be my initial plans as well. But I don’t often get round to doing it because if you’re working as hard as I am from 9:00am to 8:00pm and slogging your ass off like a sweaty bull pulling a cart, the weekends are so precious to you that you’d rather have a late morning than an early one.
This is where yoga came in.
Yoga, to me, was like paradise that came in a cup. Well, a cup seems kind of small but it’s the way it was served to me that mattered. In the end, it was yoga that sort of saved my life. A blue yoga mat later, I’m dedicated to stretching myself silly in various poses that I never thought was even possible. Whenever I do those stretches with my eyes closed, it feels as though my stress was melting away, leaving me in the present with nothing but a white and pristine surrounding. Nothing else exists but me, myself and the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere around me.
When I’m stretching with my eyes closed, it feels as though my stress was melting away (above, that’s how I feel when my stress melts away sans the morbidity of the snowman’s death), leaving me in the present with nothing but a white and pristine surrounding. Nothing else exists but me, myself and the peaceful atmosphere around me.