I've been fighting a bit of a cold over the past week and last night, I woke up coughing and couldn't get back to sleep. This threw a wrench in my Grand Plan to get up insanely early and do my practice before going to the soup kitchen. It just wasn't going to happen. I'm shaking my head as I write this - I mean, seriously, what was I thinking?!
I have NO MEMORY of shutting off my alarm clock, but that's exactly what I did. And when I woke, I had just enough time to throw some fruit and bran cereal into a few plastic containers (breakfast on the train) and be on my way.
Karma Yoga at the soup kitchen was fun, as it always is. All my favourite people were there. While I was down there, I walked by the rink to see how much melt had taken place and was surprised to see that the ice was fully intact, though very rough (very nearly skate-able, if you want to ruin the edge on your skates). The weather has been cold enough to maintain it without Zamboni or chiller.
I practised yoga after my walk, but it wasn't the same. I missed the early morning, pre-dawn vibe. I felt unmotivated. I decided to go with that vibe and tone down the practice a bit. For today, this translated into less intense binds in the Maris, no vinyasa at all in closing, and a long, leisurely Savasana.
Yeah, you read that correctly: I was rockin' the long Savasana. Maybe I am making some progress after all! ;-)
I also don't need to be kicking my own ass in yoga today because my teacher will be doing that for me - I'm going to her class tonight. So it will be three hours of yoga for me today.
Go ahead, call me excessive.
Except for this: I get to go to a yoga class and not be responsible for the sequence, timing the postures, the safety of the students or adjustments. For an hour-and-a-half, someone will be telling *me* what to do. It's such a luxurious thought that I'm actually looking forward to it!