It went from hot to cold over night. The change in weather drained me. Out of nowhere I’m lethargic and tired. Disciplined I pull my yoga top over my head. I fight with the straps and spandex. For a moment it overtakes me. I succumb to the strength that is 90% Supplex and 10% Lycra. I exhale and with my inhale I give it one final pull, and AH, I’m dressed. Victory is mine! I put my layers on and head to class. I’m still drained from my clothing battle. I want to stick it out and go for the 90 minute session…my mind is in it, but my body is just not there. I stretch and make the mistake of giving myself time to think. Maybe I just want to practice alone today. Yes, I want to practice alone…I want to do Camel in the privacy of my bedroom, I want to stand on my head and fall over with no one watching, I want to pray out loud, I want to light candles, and I want to listen to the sound of nothing but my own breathing.
Love and Namaste
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