The Bridge

Holy moly guacamole. Haven't written for over a year which meant the blog missed one whole "major" part of my life - 16 months of working in retail a.k.a. 16 months of my soul slowly getting sucked out of me but more on that later. Finally had enough; took a huge leap of faith 2 weeks ago by handing in my resignation and had my last day on the checkout last week.

This week was all about the change. Started by signing up to the gym to get my sweat on. Of all the things in the gym that I've tried so far in this past 4 days (yoga, zumba, and treadmill), yoga has got to be the one that is threatening to break me the quickest. Could already feel the urge to throw in the towel after 2 measly classes. Who would've thought that yoga could be so darn challenging though I do suppose no one ever posts all the pose fails on Facebook. All I ever see (and they do make it look so easy) is:

Easy peasy lemon squeezy

And here I am trying to hold my downward dog position without my arms giving out on me...

Having not have done regular exercise in the past 8 years, I'm now finding it extremely difficult doing the simplest things. Oh the shame. Here's the kicker: in yesterday's class, towards the end the yogi asked us to do the bridge.

The bridge

Surprise, surprise...couldn't do it. Now, I very distinctively remember on 2 separate occasions when this has happened. Once (the first time) when I was 6 during PE class we were told to do this and I was one of the kids that couldn't. Another time when I was 8 and had just started Tae Kwon Do classes...we did this as part of the warm up exercises. Still couldn't do it. I remember going home that night and building a pillow fort in front of the telly and trying my very best to pick myself up. Tried, tried, tried and failed. My weak arms just couldn't support the weight my body. Until finally I did it! And for a long time I could do it. It became easy, effortless. I could even do it starting on one hand and slowly lowering the other arm down. 

I suppose the point of all this was simply to remind myself that there was once a point in my life when I couldn't do something but I managed to do it in the end even though it was so. darn. hard. It's exactly like that now. There really is no difference between my inability to do the bridge then and now except I'm much older (and bigger). 

Never give up. Never surrender.