Jun 30 2008
Since life has settled down for me somewhat while I wait-out the renovations in New Mexico, I’ve been starting to focus on shedding the fifteen or so pounds I gained over the course of my relationship with David.
I haven’t been terribly motivated to fight lately. Especially since my right hip, knee, and foot are still all in various phases of recovering from injuries. So I’ve been hunting for other forms of exercise I can enjoy.
I joined a local gym in Albuquerque that I like and I’ve been doing a combination of yoga and pilates to try to recover some of my flexibility and core strength. But I really needed to find something cardio to add to the mix.
My gym has a pretty good Nia program and Albuquerque also has an independent Nia studio called “Sway”. I’d seen vague references to Nia in the past, but didn’t know a whole lot about it. When I missed one of my yoga classes due to a conference call that ran over, I fortuitously decided to poke my head into the Nia class that came after and was hooked.
I’ve been describing Nia to Charlie as “hippy aerobics” but that doesn’t really do it justice. It’s more a form of dance with a lot of emphasis on the individual doing what feels good to their body on a given day. It’s definitely not your typical aerobics class with a bunch of leotard-clad perfect bodies marching in lockstep. It’s a lot more fluid than that. Most of the classes have felt less like exercise to me than being silly and dancing around in my living room to music I love when no one’s watching.
The couple of instructors whose classes I attend are all the kind of groovy, free-spirited, bohemian chicks I’d admire and enjoy spending time with. The women who attend the classes are also a marvelous eclectic mix. You get everything from dance majors at the local U to pink-haired painters in their sixties. It’s great fun.
Aside from being great exercise, one thing Nia is teaching me is just how rigid I am in my body. I just cannot move and flow to the music the way a lot of the women in my classes can. I feel as rigid and creaky as the Tin Man in the Wizard of OZ prior the much-needed can of oil.
I watch the other women, and the teachers in particular during class. There’s a type of fluidness to these women that I sorely covet and aspire to. And I don’t think it’s just about performing better in class.
I’m missing limberness and ease in my life. And I want to figure out how to find it.