I did this move in the parking lot this morning, minus the weights. Thankfully.
Yoga saved my life this morning.
I was crossing the parking lot at the Saint this morning after my work-out, just after the non-catastrophic ice fog (or whatever I overheard on TV) was lifting. It was almost a disaster, though, when I slipped on an icy spot and started flailing, right in front of a big truck.
Suddenly, I broke into Warrior II -- kinda like a lunge, with my left knee alligned directly over my left ankle, right leg kicked back, with my shoulders ... OK, I can't explain it, so please Google it. Anyway, I was quite pleased with myself -- after laughing, of course, and moving more cautiously to my car.
I'm really getting into yoga, which I've been taking twice a week for three weeks now. Oh! And I finally figured out what Kim, the Yoganatrix, was saying at the end of each session: Namaste.
According to YogaJournal.com, "the gesture Namaste represents the belief that there is a Divine spark within each of us that is located in the heart chakra. The gesture is an acknowledgment of the soul in one by the soul in another. 'Nama' means 'bow,' 'as' means 'I,' and 'te' means 'you.' Therefore, Namaste literally means 'bow me you' or 'I bow to you.'" Good to know.
Up until this morning, I would do a little pointy prayer clasp with my hands and say something like, "Como esta?" or "No mo' stay" -- because the latter makes sense and all. Let's use it in a sentence: "Your company is grating. No mo' stay! No mo' stay!" Yikes, the lack of sleep is showing.
But it was worth getting up at FIVE IN THE MORNING to go to kickboxing class today. Ugh ... That really, really hurt to wake up before the sun does, especially when I could pretty much kick someone's shin if they look at me the wrong way within 60 minutes of rising. But I went to class with PB, and we loved it! I'm sore, so that's a good sign, right?
Must admit, though, that my year of showchoir in 12th grade didn't fully prepare me for some of the moves Kiminatrix busted during box-kick class. Kicking my left leg back while going "hook, hook" on the right for a second, then alternating to the right, repeat, rinse, etc. was a smidgen on the challenging side. But I survived.
Before I doze into a coma, now that I've been up nearly 12 hours with no rest in sight 'til at least 10 p.m., I'll talk about Tuesday's food:
BREAKFAST: A Clif Builder's high-protein bar (because I was running late for an interview and needed something quick)
SNACK: Banana (I think)
LUNCH: Grilled chicken with organic long-grain wild rice, plus an apple.
SNACK: 1/4 cup almonds
DINNER (which I didn't have 'til 10:15 p.m. after the Lisa Williams gig at the PAC): Spinach salad at McNellie's with grilled chicken, strawberries and bleu cheese crumbles in a champagne-something-or-other vinaigrette. Tasty, but I'm paranoid it was one of those stealthy 900-calorie salads. I'd totally eat it again, though. Shocker.
But back to Ms. Lisa, the psychic phenom, who provided a very interesting evening. And I don't mean that sarcastically, despite how I'd trade a kidney right now for a nap. Anyhoo, she didn't see any sparks shoot out of my head, so no one from the great beyond was trying to reach me. Kinda hurt my feelings.
But I bet the sight of me screaming into a yoga pose on an icy parking lot in the path of a big white truck probably would've given the dearly departed a chuckle. At my expense, but what can I say -- I'm a giver.
Peace, love and no mo' stay ... xoxo
