This morning, I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the gym for a quick weight workout and yoga. The sky was gorgeously streaked with pinks and reds. The air around me glowed a warm pink color.
When I got to yoga, we all commented on the gorgeous sight and wondered what that old rhyme: “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailors take warning.” (I think that’s right) meant? Well, tonight as I see the deep blue and grey cloud cover and feel the chill in the wind, I guess it must be about a coming storm.
My yoga class was amazing. Why is it that I don’t go more often? Why do I consistently feel that I must push myself hard on the elliptical machine or toss around bunches of weight (for my size, really, I’m little) before it qualifies as a workout? I was so calm and so relaxed and so AWARE after my class this morning, I could feel the wind and hear things I hadn’t heard and see things I would have missed before. Yoga is amazing. If you don’t do it. Try it. You won’t be sorry.
Tonight, I am feeling reflective. It’s been a brutally busy day despite the fact that it’s supposed to be a holiday. When you work for yourself, your holidays are different than those of others. Plus, Mr. Man had to go into work because of the deadlines that are lurking there.
I think I’m just tired. There has been little time for workouts this week, no time to hike, very little time to knit – all the things that keep me energized and centered, so I’m glad I made it to yoga this morning. I’m grateful I have this writing-at-home job and some really great clients to work for, but I’m exhausted. It’s Friday and it’s time to relax, I think.
Have a good weekend folks!