Don't Puke
This morning was my first 6am hot yoga class. Yogis refrain from food for 3 hours before class- especially hot yoga. Spending 90 mins in a 107 degree room (the temp. today), while inverted, is bound to bring the food back up and cause an imbalance in blood sugars (which negates the essence of yoga: balance). At 5am this morning, I wondered what would be worse- trying to withstand the intensity on a starved tummy or a fed tummy? I opted for a slice of bread -some carbs to "soak up the heat." Well, within minutes of my class, I was nauseous and feeling that bread desperately want to crawl back up my laryngopharynx, into my oropharynx, and finally through my esophagus! Wesley, my friendly and awesome yoga instructor, realized that I didn't have the same oomph, determination, and stamina as I typically do. He asked if I was okay and I responded, "my goal today is simple- don't puke." He chuckeled and although this was a joke, I realized that my goals differ day by day - on the mat, in the gym, and in life. Some days I truly should refine my goals to "get by"or in this case, refrain from puking. Other days I can withstand the intensity of the hectic day and truly practice my form- notice the scenery, spend time alone, read, etc. It's about the 3 A's (which I just created)- Acknowledge, Attitude, & Approach. First, acknowledge the type of day it is, accept it, and then approach it with a positive attitude.
(P.S. I didn't puke- but spent a lot of time in downward dog rather than in all the poses)
Yesterday, I was blessed with a few hours to spend alone between work and school. I spent 3 short hours exploring Barnes and Noble -perusing the ailes and snuggling within the cafe consuming information on Feng Shui, yoga, and cooking. After purchasing 3 books, I snatched a seat in the park just as 2 gregarious ladies were leaving, and read while the affectionate sun embraced me.
Interestingly, since Jeremy (
gerome_77 ) booked his ticket for New York, I have had a renewed appreciation for New York City. As I sit now, glancing out Fordham's vertical and thin rectangular windows, I notice the forrest-green leafy tree that extends its branches to provide shade for passer-byers. Its livelihood also sheds life to the triangle it lives in- where Broadway invades Columbus Avenue. All along Columbus Avenue, trees stand tall and sturdy- competing with the taller and sturdier buildings. There are 4 American Flags also in the mix- and also tall and sturdy. All these tall and sturdy entities are beautifully balanced by the dancing crystal-clear water in the waterfall at the Metropolitan Opera House. And each time I glance out this window, I notice another inhabitant of these busy, Manhattan streets.