Toast with a side of Vinyasa Flow
If you knew me pre-pandemic you know I would have barfed at the idea of attending anything at 6:30 a.m.
Generally, yes, I am awake before that time almost every day. Do I have any desire to warm-up my vehicle and drive somewhere to work-out or do yoga? No.
The driving part and being somewhat presentable is what kills me. I prefer to spend my mornings still in my pajamas and stationed in a somewhat dimly lit kitchen while I come to life.
Fast-forward to one year into a pandemic and working from home, I have gained not much other than terrible back and neck pain. I don’t do ergonomic well.
After many months of this, I thought maybe it would be a good idea to consider taking some yoga classes to help deal with some of this soreness.
If you must know something about me, it is this: if I’m going to commit to something right now it needs to be convenient and super accessible to me. And to be completely honest, putting in extra effort than I need to take away from my motivation.
The free time I have is limited. I work a full-time job and I am busy with an almost-three-year-old who lately has been refusing to sleep normally. So, if I had to choose, I would say I would pick sleeping in a bit longer over leaving earlier to commute on some sort of fitness journey
Lucky For Me
Lucky for me, I found a live stream vinyasa flow yoga class with Asana at Home that happened to take place during a time in the morning that my son was usually still sleeping. Also, since the yoga class was virtual, I had zero issues with committing to a class that early in the day.
I planned to basically fall out of bed before the class starting and maybe even do the class in my pajamas. An early morning Vinyasa Flow class that I could stumble to sounded perfect to me.
And it was great, really.
Well, despite the fact my son decided to wake-up an hour earlier than normal which resulted in my hollering at my husband to get him up as I was supposed to be logging into this class in a matter of minutes.
Not too long into it, my husband was carting our son down the stairs to get him breakfast but then left me on toddler watching duty so that he could go shower. I moved my laptop to the kitchen and resumed my yoga session in the middle of my kitchen so that I could supervise my toddler eating while also working through the sequences given by the instructor.
Three Quarters of the Way Into it...
Three-quarters of the way into it, I was feeling pretty proud of myself. I was doing fairly well despite not having done a yoga class in a long time. Plus, I was flawlessly tending to my toddler’s sippy cup demands and not messing up too much while following along. I would say it was one of my finest multi-tasking moments.
With about 10 minutes to spare, I was almost there. I was so close to finishing the class and I somehow managed to keep the toddler fed. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spotted a sailing object coming straight for my head. It was only upon impact did I realize that my toddler had decided to assault my yoga practice with a piece of toast that he had directed at my face.
Sighing, I let the toast fall to the floor and I left it there. I would not be rattled, even though someone was giggling standing at the counter looking down at me.
If trying to do a yoga class through Zoom while a toddler pelts you with toast doesn’t sum up mom life, I don’t know what does.
What I do know is that I somehow managed to supervise my son’s breakfast while squeezing in some self-care and Asana at Home made that easier for me to accomplish.
Accessible and streamlined are what I need in this season of my life, especially when toast-throwing toddlers make it difficult to get out of the house or keep you up most of the night.
By Karlee Kapler