I was probably suffering from what my friends would like to term as “gymoholism.” I would miss all other appointments over my gym routine. I would wake up at odd hours and head to the gym or work out late to retain my routine.
I was unable to figure out whether it was the actual workout or just maintaining my routine which I was more obsessed with. After a point of time, results were not visible but I shut my mind to it. What mattered was my assumption that the workout was having an impact on my body and that brought me peace.
What I was clearly aware of was how predictable and mundane my routine at the gym was.
One fine day, a friend coaxed me into attending a yoga class with her. There was no looking back post that. At the beginning it was the novelty factor which helped me warm upto this new regime. But what pushed me over the edge was the fact that I almost couldn’t do anything at the class. My assumptions about being fit and having reasonable amount of strength were shattered. I was intimated at first and then exasperated. For the life of me I could not believe so many years of gymming probably meant nothing.
It took me a couple of months to figure out what this form of workout was doing for me. It was a clear question of mind over body. I drew parallels between gymming and yoga and deciphered the difference. At the gym, my body came first before my mind while the reverse was true for yoga. Over time, yoga combined with meditation and breathing exercises was helping heal my mind and help me push myself physically. What I feel after every session of yoga is part trance and part jubilation.
I have realized that our mind is the biggest weapon we have and if we are able to ease it, we will be able to make better use of it. Ever wonder why I smile so much more often these days
– Hemal Panchamia