Had a nice and short 5 mile run this a.m. I hit the 12:00 Bikram with Liana . . . Carolyn and Karen were there also so nice to chat with them after class.
With the exception of the tight hamstring, and deep, deep sweating . . . the class felt very good and smooth. I decided to hang out in Savasana for 15 minutes to avoid the crowd in the locker room. Everything was going just dandy in Savasana aka dead corpse posture until . . . I began picturing my dead mother in her casket 6 feet under, it came out of absolutely nowhere. Well maybe not totally out of nowhere, everytime I think of the last time I saw her body as they were closing her casket, then the funeral, and then the trip back to Mother's new home 6 feet under, it just seems so strange to me. As I lay there it was like there was a connection . . . 6 feet under . . . as I showered and headed out to the front lobby Cheryl and the front girl gal were both crying . . . the call had just come in a very close friend whose father they were also very close to had just passed away . . . I gave them a hug . . . I understood
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