Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Yoga Skiing
Holy Vinassanas, Batman! I started a yoga class Tuesday, and although I could tell right away it was quite a workout, I was not quite prepared for how sore I was going to be the day after (and the day after and...). Yesterday I could hardly get out a chair without help. I haven't been this sore since I went downhill skiing, which was quite a while ago...and here I was wondering if I shouldn't be trying some of the poses at home during the week, but I think we'll be waiting on that, as it may take me a whole week to recover from the class.
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