If you have been following my blog for a while, you may remember way back in September, which was Yoga Month, I set a goal to try yoga. Although I have spent a lot of time doing various exercises and other types of stress management, I really have not done much yoga. Recently, I have reviewed several studies suggesting that there are health benefits to yoga, so I decided to give yoga a try. I had hoped to start a class shortly after the blog post in September, but then the school year started, and I started writing a lot of grants at work. So, it was mid-November before I could really get myself enrolled in a class. But, at least I finally was going to get to try yoga this week….or so I thought.
I was easily able to find a yoga class because I have a friend who teaches yoga at a hospital near my office. It is yoga for beginners, which I hope means is yoga for people who are relatively active but probably could not join Cirque du Soleil today. That is me. I am not really sedentary, but also not an athlete. So I was looking forward to my first yoga class, which also happened to be scheduled on the day that my last grant is due for the year. It would have been a fitting celebration.
But, unfortunately it was not destined to happen. Instead, about a week ago, my preschool age child caught some sort of virus at school that we have decided to call the “Preschool Plague.” She had it for about 10 days in which she was grumpy, coughing, and had a runny nose. Of course, her favorite thing to do when she has the Preschool Plague is to cuddle on my lap. And so by last Friday, I too had the Preschool Plague. It has now made the rounds through my immediate family. This cold has hit me rather hard. I am now on day five of sickness, and it shows no signs of relenting. In fact, we cancelled our weekend travel plans, and I didn’t leave the house for three days. I will spare you the details of my symptoms, but I was in no shape for yoga when it came time to go to class today.
One of the things that is surprising about being a parent is the frequency with which you get sick. The rate of sickness has slowed down now that my child is older, but in the last four years I have caught from my child such a variety of illnesses that I started to wonder if there was something permanently wrong with me. I have had pinkeye (conjunctivitis), strep throat, and stomach viruses that I thought would certainly kill me. We were lucky that we avoided head lice the year it was discovered at my child’s school because she had been absent that day with some other sickness.
I am not sure which is more stressful to me–being the sick one or caring for sick family members. Of course I hate the physical feeling of being sick, but I also hate the emotional feeling of having other members of my family sick. I worry when my child is sick, as I have seen a lot of hospitalized children as part of my work. Often sickness in the family comes at inopportune times, like when a grant is due, when I have to fly to California to give a presentation, or when my child has a dance recital. It seems that we miss a lot of trips to see family because we try hard to avoid infecting them with Preschool Plague.
And now sickness has resulted in a delay of yoga for one more week. I was really looking forward to my one hour of weekly “me” time. Oh, well. I will just have to wait seven more days. Hopefully, the Preschool Plague will leave my house by next Tuesday so that I can do something healthy for myself!
Does anyone have a good ironic story of how sickness prevented them from doing something healthy?
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