Bikram, Day 3-4
So far, so good, continuing to do the practice. I can’t say it’s gotten any easier, but I guess doing anything this intense daily with no physical repercussions, aside from a bit of soreness here or there, is pretty good.
The more noticeable effects happen outside of class. It just seems like bringing awareness into the body through yoga has really changed my diet. Toward the end of my usualy order at herbivore, it seems like too much food, and this is after knowing not to get the side of fries which sometimes accompanies it (they’re grilled, not actually fried, btw). It’s become like that across the board.
I’ve become a bit calmer, which I didn’t think was possible.
Doing class #5 in 58 minutes, so still going strong on it all. Today, on my walk into the Mission, I realized I forgot my cell phone (my brother and his wife are likely having their baby this weekend), but I was already 7 blocks from home, so I figured I’d just keep walking. Then two blocks from my office, I thought, did I pack shorts? I quickly check my backpack and realize that, no, I didn’t.
But I popped into a thrift store on Mission Street and got a pair of black Ocean Pacific shorts for $4, so assuming I don’t have crabs tomorrow, that was an easy enough fix.
Last night, I saw Bright Eyes in concert at Great American Music Hall. I was on the fence, because I didn’t know what “vibe” he was currently touring, in advance of his new album. And, that was also the venue where I first saw him on the “Lifted” tour, and that concert was the best I ever saw him. Of course, you have to factor it being the first time I saw him into the mix, that always heightens it.
But it was a great show, only it started at 9p, with two opening acts, not to mention pushing the clocks ahead early, so very late start on things today, which accounts for the 4:30p yoga and the late arrival at the office. I think the plan is yoga, herbivore, a few hours on the novel, and then home.
It is so nice out in the city today. It the weather keeps up like this, I’ll end up reading a novel in Dolores Park tomorrow afternoon (one for Oasis, though, so still under the “work” heading).
I keep trying to erase the boundaries of work, but maybe I’m just not wired to do that. Like, I’m fine putting in time on the novel and the site, but it always seems like I’m judging whether I put “enough” time in each day, and it seems inspiration should exist without boundaries or deadlines. You can always do five minutes more.
But, it just seems like acknowledging the time is a failure of sorts. I should just fire Word up and stop when I’m too hungry to concentrate or something. But I break everything down, like I’ll probably work on this for about 90 minutes, then have lunch, then come back and pick up, but it’s entirely artificial.
I mean, sure, I know I’m going to yoga at 4:30p, but that’s why I’m doing a blog entry and e-mail maintenance rather than get started on that just yet. I hit that sweet spot where it wasn’t really enough time to get into it, so may as well do other stuff until later. Only, the “other stuff” is the optional stuff, so it seems strange to put optional in the first position.
On the flipside, I think it’s a good idea to bang dinner onto the end of yoga, rather than keep that available as a future interruption, so all planning isn’t bad. It always seems there is too much effort into the structuring, which is time that could be better spent doing.
Oh, and it seems a recent sentiment express on here is actually almost a verbatim quote from Mother Teresa: “I was once asked why I don’t participate in anti-war demonstrations. I said that I will never do that, but as soon as you have a pro-peace rally, I’ll be there.” Of course, I still think having a pro-peace rally would attract all the anti-war people and get hijacked by that negativity.
Just found it interesting that on the day I posted that quote, I was walking around town listening to a Wayne Dyer podcast, and he referenced that quote.
