Holy Batman, its Day 2!

This is me after 2 days of yoga (ok not really)

Sunday August 14, 2011

- Internal Conversation with self:

8:30 A.M. alarm, uggggh.  SNOOZE! Alarm again.  What time did I text Maren yesterday to say I was on my way?  **checks phone**  5 minutes ago.  Flip legs over the side, upper back SORE, hamstrings SORE.  I’ll be OK once I get moving.  Make coffee and get dressed fast, we’ll make it. 

Self Conversation ends when Maren gets into the car –

“I’m sore,” she says.  “Me too.”  I say.  As we drive tiredly to our second class I notice a helicopter.

“Hey maybe we will finally find Batman today,” I say. 

I’ve been waiting to run into Christian Bale since the movie started filming here in Pittsburgh. 

So we trudged into our second class, I was hoping that going into the warm studio would help loosen me up.  Maren and I were sitting, talking about our hopes for our second class, ie, I hope I don’t pass out, I hope I can do a sit up, when I looked over and noticed a girl walking into the room.  I said to myself, “Hm, she kinda looks like Anne Hathaway.” And as she got closer to me, I said to myself, “Hm, that IS Anne Hathaway.” 

Now I don’t mean to be a hater, but historically, I hate Anne Hathaway.  I have no real reasoning for this, but I freak out if she is in a movie I want to see, and furthermore, was royally peeved when I found out she is going to be in Batman.  But there she was, a few sweaty people away from me, struggling through the poses, sweat pouring, face red, even having to stop a few times.  For that moment, she was just another girl in a yoga class.  How can I hate her now?

The practice for me today was harder.  I was tighter so things hurt more.  I was upset that yesterday, I was able to do the standing head to knee, but today I couldn’t (Anne couldn’t do it either).  I also sweat a lot more today, but I was ok with it, just another day in the journey. 

After class was over, I once again spent a moment on my mat being thankful for getting through the class and having the strength to come back.  Anne and I made our way over to the water fountain, but no one bothered her and so I decided not to tell her that due to today’s yoga, I no longer hated her. 

Maren and I had doughnuts from Peace Love and Little Doughnuts (which were awesome) and I had some coffee and we sat outside enjoying the early afternoon.  Everything felt great and those moments, those feelings, are exactly what I’m looking for. 

By the time I got home I was beat, but I still wanted to throw in some HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training).  I only did three rounds for a 12 minutes total, and I was wiped out, I laid on my bed until my mom called me to go to the store for her. 

I spent the rest of my day and evening at my mom’s doing laundry, blogging, and reading, and it felt amazing.  Usually by the end of the day I’m beginning to dread the next work day, but something happened and I realized that I was in the moment, and enjoying it.  One of my biggest problems in life is my inability to live in the moment, but there I was. 

When I came home, I showered, put away my clothes, and got my stuff ready for the next day.  I wasn’t unhappy about it the way that I usually am, I was just doing it, and I was happy.  Is yoga doing this to me so quickly?  I don’t know.  But whatever it is, it’s working and I’m not messing with it.

Right now, I just finished some pie concoction my mom made that was actually good, and I’m reflecting on how simple yet awesome my Sunday was.  I’m really excited about it.  I’m also really excited about class tomorrow, although I’m not sure how well I’ll be doing because as of right now, it’s hard to move any and every part of my body.