How yoga transformed one woman’s life, and tips for starting yoga midlife
By Cathy Beres
I am a walking cliché and proud of it. I’m one of those yoga-changed-my-life people you might try to escape at a party. No party here; just an open invitation to keep reading. Maybe you’ll find a bit of yourself in my story. Maybe you, too, at some point in your life, will find yourself transformed by yoga — or at least, just a bit better off for having come to the practice.
I dragged myself into my first yoga class six years ago, at age 54. De-conditioned, depleted and depressed, it seemed like the only physical activity I could muster. I had spent the prior three years caring for my terminally ill husband, while helping to keep his business afloat and my family on track. I had no idea what I would find. I thought yoga was pretty much just sitting cross-legged or resting in what I now know is Savasana (Corpse pose).
I started in an all-level vinyasa class at a studio a few blocks from my apartment, so there would be no excuse for not making it to class. The late afternoon time frame suited me, too. I was still in my sleeping-in phase after my husband’s death. I loved my bed then, and imagined the yoga mat would be an extension of my bed.
In the beginning, I felt completely lost. Before my husband’s illness, I had enjoyed Pilates, weights and lap swimming. Although I couldn’t imagine returning to the frenzy of a health club, the yoga studio still felt foreign to me.
The studio was so quiet, which I found a bit unnerving. Did I really want to hear my inner thoughts? I wanted to get away from them. An altar in the front of the room showcased a bronze bust of Buddha. The only altar I had ever bowed to was in church. And there were no mirrors. I didn’t mind this so much (I had put on 20 pounds over those few years), but I thought a mirror might help me learn. And what were the stacks of blocks and piles of straps for? Then I noticed the blankets. Things might be looking up. I grabbed two for what I was sure must be naptime at the end of class.
I was intimidated from the first forward fold. Everybody else knew what they were doing. I was down in Up Dog and up in Down Dog. My Warriors wobbled and my Tree toppled. My Bridge collapsed and my Boat sank. Mild hearing loss made it difficult for me to understand the Sanskrit terms. I disintegrated into tears at Savasana. At the end of class, I thought for sure we were wishing each other a “nice day,” instead of “Namaste.” As I left class, I tried not to look at anyone. I dragged my mat behind me, Linus-like.
What was I thinking? Yoga seemed complicated and much more work than I had imagined. But something drew me back the next week. It helped that the studio was nearby and the time, convenient. It helped that the studio wasn’t a gym, and the teacher was welcoming and kind. But none made yoga any easier. I still left dazed and confused.
I knew I had to do something physical for myself, so I decided to give it two months. I vowed to be consistent and if I did not feel any different at that point, I’d move on.
Over the next two months, I struggled through every class. Compared to my former exercise regimen, yoga seemed too gentle. I didn’t quite understand how the stretching and asana would whip me into shape, which is what I was looking for. It wasn’t aerobic and didn’t seem as musclebuilding as lifting free weights. I didn’t feel that I was “doing enough,” yet I couldn’t actually execute most of the poses. I often felt frustrated. During heart-opening, I needed a box of Kleenex by my mat at all times.
On my way to class at the two-month mark, I thought, “This is it. If I don’t feel better at the end of class today, I quit. I will move on, back to a gym perhaps or possibly back to my bed.”
Well, it wasn’t a lightning bolt, but something did strike me that day. On my way home from class, I noticed the bright blue sky, the brisk autumn breeze, the warmth of the late afternoon sun on my cheek. For the first time since my husband had died 14 months prior, I felt slightly better. I felt lighter. A shade was lifting.
I kept going to class.
Six years later, I am a 200-hour certified yoga instructor. Along the way, I’ve mastered some inversions, though I still struggle in Ardha Chandrasana (Half Moon pose). I’ve danced, laughed, chanted and sobbed with amazing new friends. I’ve naulied and netied. My physical core is stronger, but the core you can’t see has benefited the most. I’ve dropped the 20 pounds but more importantly, I’ve gained an inner strength that has propelled me forward into a new world I never would have imagined for myself. I’ve been stretched beyond what I thought was possible — in every way.
Today, I am a graduate student in creative writing and a yoga teacher. I survived the unraveling of my 30-year advertising career during the recent economic downturn. I’m no longer on antidepressants, I’ve hiked in the High Arctic, dumped my big old car, emptied my nest and adopted two kitties.
All because of yoga? Well, yoga has been the only constant in my life over these last several years. How can it not be the yoga?
I never thought of myself as a lucky girl after what I’d been through, but now I do. I’m lucky to have stumbled into that first yoga class. Yogis would say it was karma.
Whatever. I am forever grateful. I hope you’ll find your way to a yoga class soon. You might just find yourself feeling lucky too.
For further inspiration, check out grand yoga diva Tao Porchon-Lynch, the oldest living yoga teacher. She is going strong at age 95.
13 Responses to “Musings From The Mat: How yoga changed my (mid) life”
October 1, 2013
Mary DempseyCathy, you are an inspiration! Thank you.
October 1, 2013
CheriI’m tearfully happy to read this. I’m so thankful you found a new passion and a way to embrace your new normal … but not so sure it’s new any longer. Which, by the way, is a good thing. — Namaste
October 1, 2013
BethBeautifully honest. Laughing at “nice day”/namaste- then tearing up. Thank you for sharing.
October 1, 2013
AnitaThank you for being so vulnerable and letting the reader share in your journey!! And for illustrating the amazing power that yoga has for transforming lives…look forward to many more articles written by you!!
October 1, 2013
Maria @downwarddogCathy – The Yoga World and your students are LUCKY to have you! I’m glad that our paths have crossed because of this wonderful world of yoga! Thanks for sharing this story and for your honesty.
Hugs,
Maria
October 2, 2013
NancyA friend posted this. I am very close to where you were before you started. The tears flow easily. I am going to follow your lead because it seems a good one and May report back in a few months. Thank you for offering hope to me!
October 3, 2013
Cathy BeresThank you all for your positive response and encouragement. Nancy,there is always hope. I am glad you found a little here. Do, please, touch base again. Sending good thoughts!
October 7, 2013
AndyYou know what — when a story is equally therapeutic for the writer and the reader, I think that is the mark of natural talent. I was purposely looking for flaws in this, but I can’t find any! Just keep writing please!
October 25, 2013
KianaThank you, Cathy! Your story is such a beautiful inspiration. And, I love any story that ends with kitties ;). Looking forward to hearing about your next chapter.
November 14, 2013
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January 9, 2014
DarleneThank you for sharing your story! My story is similar to yours in that I was caring for my mother for three years prior to her death. I was never as active as you, but after my mother’s death, I knew I needed to get off the couch. I started yoga in my home with an instructor who was a friend of my daughter’s. It was the best thing I’ve ever done. I felt the same lightness that you described and the dark clouds are gone. It’s been about a year now, and I’m just starting to transition to a class. I’ve taken a couple of different classes and the instructors have all been warm and welcoming. The other students don’t even seem to notice that I could be their mother. I still have to push myself to go out of the house, but it is a little easier now.
January 24, 2014
MariaYou’re such an inspiration! I am only 24, 30 pounds overweight, out of shape, and in the grips of depression and anxiety that has become a side effect of starting my own creative agency last year. I have just started yoga in hopes it would pull me out of this 2 year slump. Already I am feeling the crippling negativity start to melt away and little rays of light are shining through! I am looking forward to transform my life with yoga- your article put tears of joy in my eyes, and warmth in my heart. Thank you so much for sharing your incredibly inspiring story with the world!!!
January 27, 2014
AshleyI just stumbled across this blog post and I have tears running down my face. How wonderful that yoga helped put you on a path to happiness. I am about to turn 30 and have been doing yoga for a couple of years now and only for the last year have I let it in to every aspect of my life. It is amazing how it can transform. I am not thrilled with every aspect of my life but yoga helps me accept it and be grateful for what I do have. Thank you for sharing 🙂 Namaste 🙂