Yoga Baby

It was Tuesday when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I hadn’t slept much, someone’s music keeping me awake, and the heat was back like a bad boyfriend you thought you had broken up with.

I decide, rather than run, to go for a walk around the park that is pretty quiet and tranquil at 5 A.M. You have a few bikers and early runners, dogs being walked before it gets too hot, and you, in your gray shorts and Eat…Sleep…Write…T-shirt breathing in one could call, nature’s coffee.

It was when I was coming back crossing from west to east, parallel to the Great Lawn since I can catch a glimpse of the Chrysler Building in the distance, when I see a group of three women, one man and a baby all seated on a bench in workout clothes.

I smile and nod.

They smile back.

A trainer appears so I decide to stretch against a tree and watch for a while.

Well, if only I had my phone to take a snapshot, because as they all lined up, the baby, maybe 15 months old if she were a day, gets in line too, like a sturdy, short cadet.

As they reach up, getting out the kinks, as Ms Trainer calls it, so did the baby without a cry nor whimper.

They all spread their mats out in an array of colors…pink, purple, navy and maroon, while this little being in her shorts and sleeveless T looking very chic and fit I might add, sits at the edge of her mom’s.

When they open their legs in a wide second, so does she.

When they try touching their noses to the mat, she does too.

But the best part was when she takes one chubby leg stretching it east, puts it down, then grips the other and aims it west, like a little yogi pro.

By the way her peers ignore her unequivocal cuteness, I can see she’s a regular member of the class.

As they all stand up to go into Downward-Facing- dog, Yoga Baby included, I politely ask for the trainer’s card.  Unknown.jpeg

I mean, wouldn’t you? 🙂

SB

Picture…Google Images

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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22 Responses to Yoga Baby

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    I find it’s so much easier to exercise if I’m in a group. And a group with such a cutie would be a real pleasure.
    My grandson has ‘helped’ me exercise at various times, such as climbing on the stair stepper behind me. He once caught me doing modified push-ups against my kitchen counter. He helped by pushing my butt as I went down, and pulling my shirt as I came back up. It’s hard to exercise while you’re laughing.

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  2. Sorryless says:

    I would definitely sign up for her class.

    And I’m thinking, this kid is going to be more agile than a cheetah. If only I’d started yoga when I was a toddler!

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  3. Dale says:

    That is absolutely adorable, Susannah! What I wouldn’t give to have had my camera, too!
    Of course, if I were in that class, I’d probably spend more time watching the baby than doing the downward-facing dog!

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  4. You may not have photos, but you gave us your superb view of yoga in the park. Your posts are priceless!

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  5. That’s great to start her so early. Babies would probably be great at yoga since they’re so flexible anyway. You see the most interesting things there. Now that I’m in a city, I’ll have to keep my eyes open.

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  6. Eilene Lyon says:

    You wrote the picture perfectly. How adorable!

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  7. Since my hip replacements, there are some yoga moves I am not really supposed to do, so I don’t do yoga. I used to and enjoyed it. I had a co-worker tell me he knew when I went because I was so calm the next day. I am now calm and content most all days. I attribute that to my stroke as all changed after that time. But, I imagine that part of it is not working 40+ a week and being on call 24/5 and working some weekends – that makes a difference, too.
    Scott

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  8. Patricia says:

    Wonderful story. I would have stayed to watch, too. The only people at the park near me are folks with their dogs. It is a tiny park, I think it’s called a pocket park. I like to sit under the trees and think.

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