Day 115

I woke early this morning, but not on purpose. I was having a dream about thirst. I kept drinking and drinking, glass after glass of water and nothing would satisfy my thirst. Then I woke and the clock said 5 a.m. It's entirely possible that I was actually thirsty (because I was!). Or perhaps the thirst in my dream was symbolic of something else (that's possible too).

The finals for the first 10-week session of my ice hockey league were last night (my team played for the championship, got clobbered 5-0). There's always a party afterward at the neighbourhood pub. I drank cranberry vodka coolers and ate fries and pizza. This qualifies as fairly wild behaviour for me. I rarely drink, so I was staggering and giggly after the coolers and felt heavy from the greasy food. I thought I would feel terrible in the morning. You know, 'garbage in, garbage out'.

Instead, I was just thirsty. And very awake.

So I lit a few candles on my altar and did my practice and it was a good, ordinary sort of practice. It was lovely to do yoga just as the sun was starting to warm the sky (and nice not to have the background noise of the construction crew in the background). I wish I could feel comfortable getting up early regularly. I really enjoyed this.

And, for what's it worth, I feel totally unaffected by the vodka, fries and pizza I ate last night. I was even hungry for breakfast this morning. Perhaps it's good to go a bit crazy every once in a while and eat total crap.