6am yoga

I spent the entire week with my alarm set at 5am in anticipation for today's class.

It's Saturday and most folks I've realized, as much as they want to get up and go,

they don't want to get up and go do yoga at 6am.

I'm ok with that.

Mostly.

Of course I dream of 10 people walking through the doors, dying to do yoga.

In reality, I am lucky to have 5.

Today, I had 2.

Really one, but there were two other women that started exercising at 5:15am and one decided to stay for this class...so one plus one equals 2 :)

I made the decision last night that I would get up, drink one cup of coffee and get ready.

What that meant this morning was getting up at 5, letting the dogs out, letting them in, drinking one cup of coffee sitting on my mat and chanting to wake up my voice.

I realized mid-week that as much as I like getting up early, I don't really talk. So, being prepared today, I chanted on the mat and walking in the crisp, frosty air.

The air doesn't really hang in the winter. It dissolves quickly. I noticed by the time I got over the tracks that my body heat was picking up and I could easily walk in the cold air. I used to do it consistently. Now, I feel fortunate when I have the opportunity to walk. So, I walked down the street, beeped myself in and unknowingly came upon two exercising women who were just as surprised to see me.

The one who stayed, I believe, was meant to stay. It was meant to happen. We have been talking yoga for a few years now and she had a certain amount of trepidation about it. Even this morning I had to do a little coaxing, but I could tell she enjoyed it enough to possibly do it again.

After class I walked back home in the dark. It was only 7am. My family was still asleep.

I got to drink another cup of coffee, write and officially begin my day when the rest of the world sees fit.

Namaste.