How do I write a blog when exhaustion hinders my ability to construct sentences....
Friday August 15th:
After driving for eight hours, I attempt to take the 4:30 pm class in Flagstaff, Arizona.
The class starts at 4:30 pm. at the Bikram Yoga Flagstaff studio. The time is 4:21 pm. I find the exit, but I am not convinced I will make it to class. I get stuck in traffic, storm clouds start brewing, and as I reach another red light, I start to wonder why I am attempting this mission.
I've been driving for eight hours. My right leg is aching. Somehow I magically find the studio... magically as the directions I have transcribed by hand are wrong. The door is closed. This is not a good sign. Might as well try, as I find a parking spot right out front. I turn the handle and...... it opens! The studio owner is teaching the class. "Did I make it?" "Yes! Two minutes!" As I enter the studio, those delightful storm clouds open and pour down ceaselessly. 90 minutes of blissful torture and a lovely shower later, I emerge from the studio into sunshine.
Now I am in Oklahoma. I am teaching a couple classes at the Oklahoma studio. After an 8 hour drive from Albuquerque, I arrive in Oklahoma exhausted. After teaching this morning, I practice this afternoon. As soon as a fantastic class finishes, we emerge to the sounds of rain pelting the nearby farmer's market. I have come full circle, but I am only half way there.
Friday August 15th:
After driving for eight hours, I attempt to take the 4:30 pm class in Flagstaff, Arizona.
The class starts at 4:30 pm. at the Bikram Yoga Flagstaff studio. The time is 4:21 pm. I find the exit, but I am not convinced I will make it to class. I get stuck in traffic, storm clouds start brewing, and as I reach another red light, I start to wonder why I am attempting this mission.
Now I am in Oklahoma. I am teaching a couple classes at the Oklahoma studio. After an 8 hour drive from Albuquerque, I arrive in Oklahoma exhausted. After teaching this morning, I practice this afternoon. As soon as a fantastic class finishes, we emerge to the sounds of rain pelting the nearby farmer's market. I have come full circle, but I am only half way there.
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