Never Too Late Anti-Aging Journey: Yoga Beginner in 40s

So, when I say “Workout with Me” it doesn’t imply any hardcore training, actually after a few years of Pilates, Weight Lifting, and Salsa dancing, I don’t see myself as a fit person at all.
Today, my very first blog isn’t about any above activities though.

I hit my forties, and suddenly, yoga seemed like the thing to do. Don’t ask me why; maybe it was the promise of Zen or just my stiff back complained too much. Anyway, I roll into this yoga class, already knowing it’s likely I won’t like it.

First stop: the downward dog. Sounds chill, right? Well, not for my nose. As I was trying to channel my inner yoga goddess, I conjured my runny nose instead. Picture this: serene yoga music in the background, everyone’s focusing on their poses, and there’s me, sweat dripping onto the yoga mat, desperately trying not to turn my mat into a tissue. Classic.

Next up, is the tree pose. The teacher says something about grounding yourself, and I’m there, wobbling like a tree in a storm. But hey, it’s all part of the charm, right? Embracing the storm and hoping not to topple over – the struggle is real, people.

Now, here’s the thing – despite the nose marathons and wobbly tree impersonations, I keep going back. Once or twice a week, you’ll find me unrolling that mat like a yoga warrior, ready to face whatever weird pose comes my way. Why? Because every time I walk out of that studio, I feel like I am today years old.

There’s something oddly refreshing about it. Maybe it’s the intentional breathing or the fact that I survived an hour without face-planting. Who knows? All I know is, yoga became my weekly reset button. The chaos of life takes a breather, and I get to be this semi-coordinated, zen-seeking human for a while.

And let’s talk about the yoga leggings – my newfound partners in crime. Now, these leggings are like a love letter to my legs, gently reminding me that I’m on a mission. Not in a “you gotta be a size zero” way, but more like, “Hey, we’re in this together, let’s feel good.” They hug the curves, and I can’t help but think, “Okay, maybe losing a bit of that extra weight wouldn’t hurt.”

It’s not about fitting into society’s idea of perfect; it’s about feeling good in my own skin. The leggings are like my little cheerleaders, silently saying, “You got this!” every time I pull them on. And honestly, if my leggings can motivate me to jump into some downward dogs and tree poses, they’re doing more than just looking good.

So, there you have it – my journey into yoga at 40, complete with nose marathons, wobbly trees, and the faithful yoga leggings. It’s a quirky adventure, and I’m laughing my way through it. If you’ve ever found yourself battling sniffles in downward dog or swaying like a tree in a storm, know this – you’re not alone, and you make me not alone.