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Can.Not.Stay.Awake.For.One.More.Minute.
Seriously is this normal? I'm reaching the point of non-function. Maybe I need to drink more water. Or eat more protein. Or take a rest.
I got to wake up twice this morning. First time at 5 to make my way to 6AM yoga, second time at 8 because the dear instructor unfortunately slept herself in which meant I left sans yoga-ing, came back home and took another turn on the pillow before starting work.
I made my way to class at 230PM instead and nearly bailed mid-way through. Today was the first time I've come close to having a panic attack in the yoga room, it was so stifling hot, the humidity past intolerable, I couldn't be in there, I seriously thought my breath was gone. So I laid out 2 postures in a row, tried to concentrate on breathing in and out, nearly started crying, tried to concentrate again and eventually calmed myself down enough to finish. Lord, that was a massive wall I hit in there. Wretched. I've never been so glad to get a gulp of fresh air as I was round about 4:05 when I was finally allowed to scramble out the door to the changeroom.
My schedule said I was supposed to get a 30 minute run in yet today. Ha, that's laughable. Tomorrow is another day and whatever, schedule/smedule, the run got itself shunted into the future.
Right. Remove clothes from drier and then yes, ladies and gents, this girl is going to sleep. At 8:30. I'm so much fun these days.
Peace all, I'm going to leave you music-less today, nighty night.
T.
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Addendum, a beautiful quote from The Elegance book:
Those who feel inspired by the greatness of small things will pursue them to the very heart of the inessential where, cloaked in everyday attire, this greatness will emerge from within a certain ordering of ordinary things and from the certainty that all is as it should be, the conviction that it is fine this way.
Seriously is this normal? I'm reaching the point of non-function. Maybe I need to drink more water. Or eat more protein. Or take a rest.
I got to wake up twice this morning. First time at 5 to make my way to 6AM yoga, second time at 8 because the dear instructor unfortunately slept herself in which meant I left sans yoga-ing, came back home and took another turn on the pillow before starting work.
I made my way to class at 230PM instead and nearly bailed mid-way through. Today was the first time I've come close to having a panic attack in the yoga room, it was so stifling hot, the humidity past intolerable, I couldn't be in there, I seriously thought my breath was gone. So I laid out 2 postures in a row, tried to concentrate on breathing in and out, nearly started crying, tried to concentrate again and eventually calmed myself down enough to finish. Lord, that was a massive wall I hit in there. Wretched. I've never been so glad to get a gulp of fresh air as I was round about 4:05 when I was finally allowed to scramble out the door to the changeroom.
My schedule said I was supposed to get a 30 minute run in yet today. Ha, that's laughable. Tomorrow is another day and whatever, schedule/smedule, the run got itself shunted into the future.
Right. Remove clothes from drier and then yes, ladies and gents, this girl is going to sleep. At 8:30. I'm so much fun these days.
Peace all, I'm going to leave you music-less today, nighty night.
T.
-----
Addendum, a beautiful quote from The Elegance book:
Those who feel inspired by the greatness of small things will pursue them to the very heart of the inessential where, cloaked in everyday attire, this greatness will emerge from within a certain ordering of ordinary things and from the certainty that all is as it should be, the conviction that it is fine this way.
posted by traceyj at 8:20 PM
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