Day 107: On day 107 I went for a five-mile run from our apartment to Washington Park. I will slowly be adding more and more runs to my workouts because of a half-marathon that I am training for in May. I would like to say that the run felt fantastic, which it kind of did, but I really think that being away from the altitude for 20 days messed with my ability to run. Maybe? Or maybe that’s just an excuse. I’ll find out soon.
Day 108: Today I walked to the closest Core Power Yoga to my house. It was 60 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. I couldn’t help but think of how grateful I am for everything in my life on my walk over. The instructor, Lucinda, had instructing down to a science. It was beautiful. She started out class by talking about how we measure our lives by big events (birthdays, holidays, heartbreak, moves, etc), but it’s the moments in between that are just as important. She tied this into class by asking us to pay extra attention to the transitions in between poses. It’s in those transitions that help us deepen our practice and find happiness in our everyday lives.
Lately I have been writing a lot about being tired, feeling crappy and out of sorts. Today, Stella got her groove back. I can imagine that a yogi might read this post and say “you can’t have a best practice ever,” but that’s honestly what today felt like. My legs floated up to my hands in between flows, my front warrior leg looked parallel to the ground, my dancer felt like I was flying and my breath was powerful and rhythmic. Everything seemed like the way it was meant to be. The entire day felt like that; a graceful dance to music that helped life fall into place.
I suppose a super beautiful day in the middle of January can make life feel like that or perhaps life is trending more that way. Either way, I’ll take it!
Best days ever are derived from showing up for the plain ones. How’s it feel to have passed the 100-mark?
I truly believe that life is lived in the transitions. Breathing my way there.