I opted not to be social this weekend. I'm sorry I missed the chance to be with a bunch of my friends but I just couldn't show up physically. I was in bed by 8:00 last night but my body aches kept me awake till way after midnight. Even then, I tossed and turned all night long.
I was restless today. I thought about going to a bookstore. I thought about going to the beach. I thought about meeting Robbie for tea. But my body decided I would stay home - exhausted and achy. I mustered up enough energy to sweep off the rooftop balcony and bask in the hot sun. This is about the only time of year I can do that. Summer is brutally hot up there. It was the first time I realized how much I miss being able to walk onto the beach from my front yard. This is supposed to be a temporary home.
With all this pilates and workout talk spreading like wildfire here in AOL-J, I decided to do a home yoga practice tonight. I've been in such a funk, I thought maybe it would be a good idea to move my body.
Rainbeau Mars, my friend who hosted the gathering last night has a series of yoga videos/DVDs. So, in honor of her - and in honor of my own spirit - I attempted her Pure Sweat - Vinyasa Flow. Pretty ambitious if you ask me. Not only am I running on half a tank but it's been a long time since I've had a daily yoga practice.
I figured it was only 30 minutes, how tough could it get? I wasn't taking into consideration the slow burn of Warrior II, Crescent and Chatarunga! But the message, the practice and the serene surroundings were all there. Hey guess what Andrea, she wears a belly chain in the series!
Tonight, as I stumble across the apartment in search of an apple, I'm suddenly hyper-aware that my body resembles a rubber chicken! And I'm grateful that I didn't have to drive myself home after tonight's practice. My triceps are already sore. We all know that's not a good sign. The ache shouldn't be noticeable till two days after the workout - like whiplash! Now I'm wondering why I didn't go for Pure Tranquility.