Nashville is a hilly place. East Nashville is full of quick, steep hills that take a Sunday jog to intense heart rate heights.
Easter Sunday, after a sunrise service and breakfast, I laced up and headed out for a sunny jog through the neighborhood. At North 17th Street a long and quite vertical stretch climbs to Lockland Elementary School on Woodland. By the time I conquered that doozie I was gasping, lungs heaving, for air. I am definitely an in-shape person, but hills will always beat a runner, and this one had me licked.
And as I continued on my route, heaving and now walking, I did something I always do and that I feel needs to be addressed: I rolled my sports bra up to my collar bones. I had to get it off my diaphragm. When my ribs needed space to expand and contract rapidly, and my lungs and diaphragm needed room to get big and full, I had to move that constricting band of female accoutrement out of the way. I figured that’s a story worth sharing if anyone else needs an excuse or permission to free the ribs and lungs, whether for exercise or otherwise.
This morning on the way to work I engaged my diaphragm again to increase oxygen to my sleepy morning self. This is “fast breathing” in yoga, punching the belly in rapidly, sending air out the nostrils in repetitive bursts. Thinking of the area of the solar plexus, that soft spot where the two halves of the rib cage come together in the front, will engage the area surrounding the diaphragm. Try thirty breaths at the desk or in the car to increase oxygen in the blood for a calmer, more clear mind.
Also, come to class tomorrow! 5:30pm at Pilates of Cool Springs.
Blessings,
Tara
e Feldenkrais
effort and maximum efficiency, not through muscular strength, but through increased consciousness of how movement works.”