I have always held to my yoga classes; given through my gym, but really quite good. I love the yoga and know it gives me balance and strength. Without it my back aches, my arms get heavy, I just do not feel centered. But one thing yoga does not give me is cardiovascular health. I do sweat in class, but it is not the same sweat as a heart pounding work out. And without the cardio, well, I do not see my waist getting any less present.
I decided to see what else the gym provides and found a spin class. You know, those crazy bike classes where an instructor takes you through an hour of various torturous circuits of riding accompanied by pounding music, all on a stationary bike. And the only time I was willing to give was the a.m. slot. The class at 5:45 a.m.
When I worked in L.A. many years ago I used to wake up at 5 every morning in order to catch the train and avoid any driving. I had forgotten what that time of day feels like...it is so quiet, you feel intimately close to the sky and the day. I live close enough to walk to the gym, so after dragging myself out of bed and a quick sip of coffee and a bite of granola, I head out. The mornings are lightening, but it is still dim and hushed and really quite beautiful.
The class is a killer. I barely make it through the hour and rarely can keep up with all the commands to stand, run, hover and walk on your bike. But the soundtrack of Coldplay and the Offspring and the feel of the heart racing does something to me. It wakes me up, gets me going in a way I have not felt in ages, it seems. It makes me dizzy and happy and excited. Excited to see change and to feel it. And on the walk home, I feel the endorphin surge and ride it all day long.
I am coming to cherish these mornings. The solitude of the walk, the camaraderie in class between the early risers, the peppy teacher that knows my name and the walk home, when I contemplate the day ahead.
When I get home, my Mama is up with coffee brewing, we set the table for breakfast as we are trying to establish family meals, I have a few minutes to read or finish paperwork or plan a project. It feels good to reconnect to the morning and I have a feeling I will be in this class for a long time to come. It may not have the adrenaline rush of a single track downhill trail, but it is helping so many things; my waist, my heart and my mind.
I plan on grabbing the camera to get a few dawn shots but it may take some time to remember it. I love the morning but that does not mean I wake functioning.
You did not think I would use a picture of myself, up at dawn, sans make up and dressed in god knows what apparel trying to get to class on time, did you? Those are the seed flats, ready to awaken to their new days. I am so excited about them, it is a bit ridiculous. Mmmm, beets and carrots and tomatoes and lettuce and....