Not long before I left the UAE I was visiting Chris in his apartment and he showed me a book that he claimed was going to "change my life". On the cover was a man doing a far better job at this pose, the "crow" pose than I am in this picture. The book was by a man with the unlikely name of Baron Baptiste and was named Journey into Power!!I smiled and nodded and spent an agreeable afternoon imagining Chris contemplating his navel and didn't really think about the book for a long time.
Then, recently I began my Health Odyssey. I've been running and lifting for a few weeks now and it's been feeling great but I knew something was missing. According to finest physiological minds that Google has to offer, the third leg in any truly complete health Triad should include some stretching. I figured I'd look into power yoga which does plenty of stretching and adds some strength training along with it, and that's when I remembered Chris' book, which we happen to have in one of our enormous, temple-like libraries. I've been getting into it bit by bit for the last week and it really is actually nice. The stretching feels great and I actually feel like I'm getting a real workout, especially when I go through the whole 90 minute routine.
There is one problem however. Look carefully at the picture above and then mentally remove the subject and place him in a standard Big Ten college gymnasium ( now called health centers or RecFacs by the cool, irritatingly healthy kids). These gymnasiums admittedly have a broad array of people but the population is definately weighted toward hip hot 18-22 year olds who need every opportunity they can get to cling to the last shreds of innocence that they have. Even if you added a shirt to the above picture to help that process along, the mental and emotional scarring that would ensue dictates that I do my workout in the computer room, usually with the blinds down. I just thought that since the relatively suave picture of me lounging 007 style by the GC drew some pot shots, I'd really give my brothers something to enjoy. Until next time, Namaste.
A N Mangham Arch Yoga-ista
4 comments:
All I can think of when I look at this is "How on earth could this be the little sickly infant I brought home from Dhahran Clinic???" You have certainly changed over the years.
In my next life I will give that a try. But if you think you look scary imagine me. No actually don't imagine it. You all need your sleep.
What does this title of this mean--NG goes to India???
Mom
It's a reference to Chris' comment from the Grand Canyon pic
ah slow but sweet.
Mom
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