early, early, early, oy
Woke up ungodly, unecessarily early with 3 Doors Down “It’s Not My Time” running through my head. Usually the random song has been The White Tie Affair’s “Candle” or Jace Everett’s “Do Bad Things To You” (theme from True Blood – TOO good) so at least that was a change.
But. There. Will. Be. Naps. Later.
Traditionally in yoga, early morning is considered the most auspicious time to practice. But I hypothesize the pre-dawn propaganda was born because the temp in India goes way up way fast. A pleasant practice there is possible many months only before 7 am.
Back in the day-job days, I was forced onto the mat daily at 4:30 am and yowza! that was just rough. Injuries and crankiness and espresso shots, oh my!! Now, it’s a nice, civilized 8/9 am start and 85/90 degree room. Early enough not to eat, (breakfast + inversions = tummyache) but late enough for appropriate chai consumption & room prep.
So, got the heater and humidifier turned on in the yoga room and the menu features a Forrest MP3 on Neck, Hips, Shoulders, 2.5 hrs. Since the masseuse yesterday macerated giant golf balls of tension growing in all three areas, seems a good choice for today!
Tags: Forrest Yoga