I believe in
multi-tasking. I’m a parent; it’s a
survival thing. That said, there are
limits to its usefulness.
Lately I have
been focusing on yoga and swimming as my exercises of choice. “Choice” in this context, as Lemony Snicket
would say, means “It has been pointed out to me that continuing to bike and
lift weights with my current physical situation is harmful, so it would be a
good idea to do something else.” Not
that I don’t like yoga and swimming. I
love both. I am also not particularly
good at either one.
What happens, as
a result, is that I have to focus. There
is no music in swimming, just the rhythm of breathing and splashing. My brain quiets, eventually, when all there
is to do is count the lengths of the pool.
In yoga, the whole point is to connect the mind to the body, to use each
to enrich the other.
It’s simple, but
it’s profound. Where else can we find
that deep and basic space?