In an effot to “Diaz-inate” mself
— a term I developed in college or “working out”a la Cameron Diaz — I have been expanding my small horizons. I started by upping theintensity level on the Stair Master. (What a mistake!) Still believing mysel capable o more, I signed up or a barre class. (Don’t you dare orget the double-r and “e” at the end.)When that was just too precious and pedestrian, I rolled the dice with a mode o exercisethat nally ended up being way beyond the pale — Nia. The web site described Nia as “a sensory-based movement practice that draws rom martial arts, dance arts and healingarts.” While the “healing arts” part put some strain on my evangelical tendencies, thewhole thing in general seemed like a Vegas buet o cardiovascular un.The class began in an un-air-conditioned room that eatured one wall o mirrors, a wallo windows that aced the street, a brick wall with a barre (double-r, e!), and a sheet rockwall with a big white lotus painted on it. The eight o us were encouraged to remove ourshoes and begin connecting with our “inner sense o time.” Our instructor was wearinggaucho pants that owed like an inky mystery around her legs. She tucked the large bil-lows into her waistband, which made her vaguely resemble Aladdin. “Thirteen joints andtwenty digits,” she crooned, her wrists twirling, her ngers wiggling, and her head rollingaround on her shoulders. “Don’t begin to move until your inner sense o time permitsyou…” The music was gaining intensity. I wondered when the structured portion o theclass would begin, which turned out to be the height o wishul thinking.Then, without warning, Aladdin began waddling. “Walk like a duck!” she commanded,and suddenly we were all swaying side to side in time to the beat (well, to the beats o ourvarious inner times), heel-ball, heel-ball, heel-ball, QUACK!Wait, did she just quack?Yep. Unmistakably.“And QUACK, and QUACK, and QUACK!” While I couldn’t bring mysel to audibly quack,I believed my internal quacking was on a much more sophisticated level. I was alsobecoming aware o something happening with two o my twenty digits: my big toes wereblistering.“Now take a wide stance,” she said, bringing her hands together over her head like “IDream o Genie.” With one uid motion, her whole body turned serpentine as arms, hips,legs, and back writhed like one o those blow-up dancing guys they put out in ront o cardealerships. She was breathless: “And UNDULATE, and UNDULATE, and UNDULATE!”When I caught sight o my undulation in the mirror, I wished that we could all go back tothe good old days o duck-walking. Things only got worse.“I want you to connect with your thumbs,” she continued, still undulating, apparently notgiving anything other than mental assent to the existence o her thumbs, which proveddifcult or me to do. Ater all, who can think about two very specic ngers when tryingto support movement only perormed in Hookah lounges — on blistered eet?I caught sight o the other women in the room. It was difcult to appreciate their indi-viduality because i I thought too much about how they each probably got up that morn-ing and ate a bowl o cereal and brushed their teeth and checked Facebook, the scene o them all together undulating and connecting with their thumbs would surely send meinto hysterics. And while most any orm o personal expression seemed welcome in theNia room, hysterics didn’t seem to be one o them. The women all appeared so deliber-ate, so born to connect with their inner senses o time. They truly danced like no one waswatching, much as the plaque in your mother’s kitchen suggests. Yet I couldn’t help butsteal glances. I couldn’t help but try to make mysel look better than them. They werecaught up in the mystery o whatever was happening under the watchul lotus ower; Iwas caught up in sel-consciousness and scrutiny.It takes great aith to let yoursel go, to trust someone outside o yoursel, even i it is justan exercise instructor. How much harder it can be to ollow the promptings o God’s HolySpirit, to release control to the one who made me and who is or me and who wants tomove through me. When it really matters, I struggle to escape my own sense o proprietyand sel-possession that stands in total contrast to the childlike trust Jesus requires.Psalm 25:3 holds a promise or people like me: “No one who hopes in [God] will ever beput to shame.” Best word rom that verse?
I only as much could be said or Nia.
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