Moving the Body

Brad and I went to a gentle yoga class together this morning at the Bay Club, which has a great view. I'm always a scaredy cat about going to a new class with a new teacher, especially now that my ass has its own zip code and some unlucky soul might have to stand behind me during forward bends.  But one of the many big lessons of yoga is that everyone has their own things and that each person changes from day to day.  I've never been able to do prayer-behind-the-back, but have always been able to touch my toes.  And after 75 minutes of breathing and being patient with where I'm at today and getting a little bit stronger, I feel peaceful and energized and happy that I moved the body around today.  We'll play tennis this afternoon, where I'll sweat a lot and run around like a maniac.  My tennis goal for the summer is to be able to get my racquet onto Brad's serve -- not to be able to return the serve, just to touch it.  I think that's reasonable.  And tomorrow is another day, another chance to be grateful I'm strong and healthy.

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[jamie]

" And tomorrow is another day, another chance to be grateful I'm strong and healthy. ". . .

It doesn't get much better than that!