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.
I mean, wouldn’t you? 🙂