My Nia story:
Rather than tell you about Nia, or what Nia is, let me tell you in this space, my life….with Nia.
I’m a guy, in a group fitness class. I put that out there, simply because that is going way against the odds. Stats put guys in the US in a group fitness class somewhere around 3%. And up until my intro. to Nia, I was very comfortable in the 97% out of the group fitness classes.
My most common form of fitness most of my life was running. Grade school, High School, College, Post College and many many 10 k’s, 1/2 marathons, marathons. But in 2003 the old right hip started telling me that things were not all well with this running thing….my response…”hey…no pain, no gain!” So I kept running, and running, until I just couldn’t, in fact, walking became difficult. After x-rays….ball and socket, bone on bone. Someday, you’ll just have to have surgery, but let’s put it off as long as we can. You’re a little on the young side to go down that road yet.
So…I can’t run, can’t cycle, golf was becoming too painful, what to do? My sister in law was just starting to teach what I thought was a new form of a moving wellness practice. I knew she was already a yoga instructor, but her enthusiastic invitation was “Come try Nia, at this point, what do you have to lose?” Point well taken. So off I go. I will be more than happy to share with you all my inhibitions while taking my first class (ie. moving, dancing, only guy in class, etc.) in future posts, but when all was said and done, and class was over, and I was lying in the floor dripping from sweat, what came through loud and clear, my hip didn’t hurt. How could that be? Was I healed? (by the way, cartlidge pretty much doesn’t grow back). So I went home, strapped on the running shoes, and after about 10 steps…ok, not healed. Nia…day 2, again, no pain. So, this is it, pretty much by no choice, If I want any kind of a workout, I’m going to spend an hour with a bunch of women, implementing moves from martial arts, dance (jazz, modern, duncan) arts and healing arts. But something was happeing. The more I did it, not only did my body like it, my mind liked it, and my spirit (yeah, I didn’t know men had a spirit either) liked it.
As I tend to say, long story short. In my some 6 years with Nia, I have become a Nia white belt instructor. Co-teach with my sister in law once a week, take several classes a week, sub classes and most of all, “I get it”. You don’t have to suffer to become fit. There is the “body’s way”. And….dang if I just don’t like to move. My body always knew it, know the rest of me does. Thank you Debbie Rosas and Carlos Rosas for listening to your hearts 25 years ago, going against the grain, and sharing the gift of Nia with the rest of us.
So, if you want to know more about my Nia, or share in the converstation, head for the catagory Nia stuff, and tag along.
Thanks…….”dancing through life”…..Fred