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Yoga For The Aging Body

You know why I love yoga? I wake up every morning bursting with energy (.....right), and basically can't wait to see what happens. But as the day roll out, I begin to feel a little bit more dread and upset that things are not perfect or as good as I thought it should be.

The client who's not paid me yet, some crappy writer that I hired sent me sub-par work and I go to the mailbox and collect my....TA-DA...bills. The kids quarrel, they lose their color pencils, I've run out of coffee and I need to make dinner.

And my shoulders are as tight as guitar strings.

I have to admit that age is catching up with me. I can no longer do the Pussy Cat Dolls things the way I used to without heaving like an old lady 1/3 through the song. And my shoulders....when did they learn to wind themselves up like that? Since I've been forced to sit down for hours on end without getting up. My spine is really...beat up too.

Who knew you could beat your spine up just by sitting down for long periods of time, huh? Well, now you know so, get up and walk around once in a while!

Every couple of hours, I will actually get up and walk to the yoga mat behind me and start stretching. The hips, shit! The arms that no longer move the way it used to (not unless my fingers are hovering over the keyboard). The tense shoulder blades aching. The spine rigid and the weight of my body weighing down on the base.

After a round of 15-minute yoga, it's as if my whole body is realigned. Don't laugh. It's not funny. It's called aging and you know what, you're going to be going through this shit too, you know. By then, I could be sitting in a wheelchair but at least I get to tell you I TOLD YOU SO! =)

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