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.
