Last night’s home activities consisted of the usual super-charged, fullish moon mayhem. All of us, grownups and all three boys, jumped on the trampoline in the moonlight... but, we decided jumping in our underwear -boxers- would be a good farewell to the summer and a good show for the moon. So we all found our favorite pair and
Yes, thats how things roll at the house here. Spontaneous boxerbouncing can erupt at any moment.
When I woke this morning, at about six, the moon was still up and as vivid as the night before. What a great way to start the day. Quietly as the others were still asleep, I made my way to the trampoline to pick up the clothes we left out the night before. The trampoline and the moon both called me to jump again so, in my sweats, I jumped again.
As peculiar as you may think it is to midnight boxerbounce, I think it's more peculiar to bounce at 6am, alone while the dog looks on with a cocked head and flopped ears.
The 7am class at Groove was my destination this morning. It was full, mostly female but still a much higher ratio of men in the room than one would expect. In front of me was a man about 15 years older than me, who was Ghandi-bendi. I was so excited to see someone that I could look to as my future. He was mat poetic. To my right was a yoga instructor doing her time in a class; she was about 15 years younger than me. She was she was flexible, fluid and full of grace.
This was only an hour long class so I would give it my all.
We started out quietly and then rose up with the music. The class had a great flow, with all levels seeming to be in motion together, regardless of their place in the practice.
I have noticed that my pushups are easier. When given the option, I am now taking the extra sessions of pushups. I believe I drive myself harder when its a one hour class rather than a 90 minute class. I love the longer poses in the 90 minute class but sometimes a down and dirty 'get-er-done' class really hits the spot.
From my previous posts, I'm sure you all recall with vivid detail, morning yoga was not my favorite. I have opened my mind to the new possibility and embraced it.
Morning yoga is good... sleep is good too.
Namaste
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