My husband runs. I swim. And as opposites, we are naturally attracted to one another. Neither one of us can imagine trading places. We both share the love of fitness, but he has taken fitness to another level by running at least 7 kilometers at one time.
He has a mysterious stamina fueld by an intense passion. He feels like a million dollars when he returns home post run. Our children are accustomed to the sight of him, sweaty, munching on a banana and drinking a protein shake. I can't imagine where he gets the motivation to run.
On the other hand, bikram yoga is a class I do not enjoy in the least. Till this day, I do not know how I get drawn to the torture chamber. In a symbolic way, I have never bought a bikram package, except for the first time I bought it and I had unlimited bikram for 10 days for 100 dhs. I am a "sucker" for deals and attended 6 sessions in 10 days. I have since opted to buy a session at a time for fear of commitment.
While I am in that hot room, all kinds of thoughts rush through my head, no matter the concentration level. That is called the "inner game of bikram". I count in my head while we hold positions wishing that my counting would accelerate time but I then find myself waiting for the extra seconds when the instructor allows us to release. I always, and constantly, curse at my decision to have come to class as the sweat drops and as my heart races. I try very hard not to select my hated poses. There was a time that I would obsess about the camel pose, dread it the entire class, and finally feel relieved when it was over. While I have ceased to obsess about "camel" now that I can actually do it without dizziness or nausea, I can certainly identify the easier poses. My mind tells me to relax and worry less about those in comparison to the more uncomfortable challenging ones.
There must be moments in a runner's mind that are similar. I am certain that at a specific time, the runner will want to stop. Or he/she will want to slow down. Or the runner will get a cramp, a moment of boredom or to the opposite, he/she will have rush of adrenaline or a feeling of high. For a swimmer like me who can do a large number of laps without stopping, swimming is about counting, how many I have done or how many left or how to organize the counting, two by two or every five laps.
The inner game is a phenomenon worth mentioning especially when it comes to golf. When I don't play very well, my heart sinks. It is an invading feeling. But likewise, when I begin to play well again, the gloom lifts, and my spirits rise. My inner game is about controling those feelings, at least the negative ones and forcing myself to snap out of it: "its just a game" or "bunker practice is good for me" is what my alter ego tells me.
I am proud of the runner in my family. And perhaps in a comment to this blog, he will divulge to us all what keeps him going that extra minute, that extra mile, that extra lap ....
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