Is there something magical about day 37 of the Challenge? I got to Bikram really early this afternoon . . . got my mat set up, changed into my clothes . . . walked out to the hallway the smell of cigars, reminded me of my Grandfather a very comforting smell, as a child we would go up to the farm which was our escape . . . the horseback riding, fishing in the ditch, crawling around in the haybarn until a slight avalanche would happen, picking blueberries & raspberries, pluking chickens, sliding down the metal roofs, climbing trees and hanging out, the visit to the other place with the electric fence, hunting with Grandpa, at the dinner table Grandpa would always say eat don't talk, oatmeal for every breakfast, hmm maybe that is why I have oatmeal for my breakfast, Grandpa sharing with us his cofee, cream, and sugar, the swings hanging out with sisters and cousins, sneaking into my uncles old bedroom and my cousin showing us the old playboy magazines, and we vowed never to get breasts like the gals in the magazines . . . I kept my word . . . my cousin & one of my sisters did not . . . funny how someones simple cigar smelling backpack can bring back such comforting memories.
I chatted with Denise . . . she was hysterical as in funny, she had just started Bikram a month ago, having some headaches & fatigue enough to chat with her doctor . . . her doctor wanted to put her on depression medication, she though she needed a new doctor, I told her she just needed more Bikram and to make sure she stay hydrated, including replacing her electrolytes. She mentioned her family questioned her about doing Yoga because black people don't do Yoga they run . . .
The class was at 4:30 with Joyce at Fountainview. I could sense a little competition between the guy to the right of me during postures . . . actually the class was great . . . I heard every detail Joyce instructing and put it into practice . . . Locust Pose aka Salabhasana, I could feel the posture and am understanding and continue to make progress in the posture . . . again Joyce said some reassuring words about my postures which is always nice to know I'm heading in the right direction.
As I walked out showered and headed back up the freeway to home . . . I was happy.
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