So, okay. My legs aren't happy with me - they're not mad or anything like that, just not terribly thrilled, somewhere around mid-thigh but above the knee pocket (thankfully) they're just...not pleased.
Breakfast was 2 soft-boiled eggs, an 8 oz of cran/pomegranate juice, and a banana.
This was after getting the news that one of "my guys" (for those of you who don't know, I work with an MRDD population - and male or female, they're all "my guys") passed away; last year he developed a bit of dementia, and we just simply don't have the facility or the personnel to care for him - so he went to a nursing home.
He died simply, pneumonia he didn't/couldn't recover from, but still, it's very sad; tomorrow's the funeral.
Thing is, would I let my head stay there and throw me back to just before Day 1 (inertia) or have I really committed to this?
I mean, all the reasons - uh, excuses - are there: physical pain, emotional sadness, baggage from the work day...heck, those could be legit reasons, right?
Lunch didn't get eaten until after 3 pm - pure protein (steak) and carbs (rice) and frankly, the day wiped me; I'm guessing the cold didn't help (40 in May?!? WTF???)
Dinner was chicken and spinach, and then...rehearsal. Focus, imagination squeezed through technical gyration. But today is not a running day - it's a yoga day.
Time to breathe, to balance, to reshape and recharge. To reach and stretch, to go "outside" of here and now by sinking deep within. The thing that fascinates me about yoga (in addition to it being the source for martial arts) is this: with each pose, you reach a point where you must choose to stop, or to continue, because to stay where you is painful.
And that's the choice: push through the pain and perfect the pose, or stop and the burn remains, but the opportunity to move forward is lost.
I've not reached it yet, but I'm pushing for perfection.
Namaste.
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