Each night, I promise myself I’ll get up at six and head out on my morning run. I have the best of intentions. Really. But the polar vortex is only just leaving Boston and it seems every morning I wake up it’s colder and the snow is deeper. This morning, we woke up to a surprise snow storm. Winter takes all of my good intentions and tosses them right out into the snow bank. Needless to say, I am more frequently rolling over and snoozing than I am popping up and lacing up my sneakers.
Instead of beating myself up over fewer runs and fewer miles, I’ve taken to yoga. I’ve dabbled in yoga in the past, as part of my P90X routine. I like it but I never seem to stick with it because running and triathlon training crowds everything else out. Yoga is very interesting to me, and it feels vastly different from running. After a run, you feel great, there is no doubt about that. We call it the runner’s high. But after yoga, each and every muscle fiber feels alive. I’m going to call it the yoga tingle.
Here comes the resolution: mindfulness. It’s a buzzword, I know. Possibly a fad. But I’m ready to give it a try and bring some more mindfulness into my life. Doing yoga instead of running has already worked a change in my mind, to slow down, avoid Facebook, put my iphone down. Running just perpetuates all of those things. If I find myself picking up my phone in the midst of a vinyasa, I’m certain I’ll be kicked out of the studio, so there’s some accountability built into this at least.
By no means will I give up my first (fitness) love, my running. But at least I’m using this cursed cold weather to bring a little more zen into the world.