Sunday Evening Coming Down

For being such a healthy person, I have had my share of sickness woes. My sore throat moved into my face today and I left yoga early all stuffy and snotty. Luckily the Robitussin kicked in and the ibuphrofen I took for my headache seemed to work as well. There was only minimal dizziness in yoga today and due to my vertigo and monthly cycle I had to obstain from a few poses.

Today's yoga was mostly a review day. However we started with a walking meditation and then went straight into partner yoga. In honor of Valentine's Day Shy and Simone taught a couples yoga class yesterday. They brought that excitement into today's workshop. I love the whole concept of force and balance. So the first few poses I did with Noga were like these.



We eventually got into more difficult back bends, flying and headstands. I would love to play with these more. Both in doing and also in teaching. Noga had me up in a fly pose, like this.



But I was unable to release my arms up. I had them down, supporting on Noga's hands. Shy observed and asked me to release my hands and come up in to a back bend. I was not comfortable doing so. So I asked him if it was weak core strength that made it difficult to lift my arms and torso. You wanna know what he said?

No, it's fear.

Fear!

As if I was being offered a challenge, I then took a deep breath and came right up. Later on I tried to be a base for Natalie and Rethel, but it felt like my height was a disadvantage. There was just not enough length in my legs to connect to their backs. Or in places I didn't have enough strength or balance to raise them up to fly. I'm guessing a lot of it's mental and not physical.

Uh oh, that's not a good thought. I am not usually one to be a hypocondriac, but I wonder how much of my sickness is in fact, mental. I mean the vertigo is real, but I wonder if it's still stress related. And I was not excited to be in yoga towards the end of the day, so did I make myself sicker?

I am not sure, but just in case I am going to do my exercises, floss, finish my water bottle and get into bed before 10PM.

It always amazes me that I am usually able to truly be in the moment when I write these posts. I usually title my posts FIRST and then write and choose a photo that matches the end. The title is a play on the Kris Kristofferson/Johnny Cash song - Sunday Morning Coming Down.



It's one of the few covers we sang with Miss Lonely Hearts. Yesterday was the first gig since I left the band. I was up in Davis seeing Jess and Nina's show at Mondavi and Randy and I went to Pluto's to have salads pre-show. I noticed two of Wyatt's friends at the restaurant and when I was unable to avoid eye contact anymore, I looked up and waved. We took our salads and sat by the door and a sense of dread set in. As expected as the friends left they came up and said hello and asked what time the gig was set to start. I guess I could have planned better, but I really didn't want to get into a conversation about leaving the band. So, I said that there were 3 bands scheduled so Miss Lonely Hearts should go on at either 9 or 10. He said something along the lines of see you there or see you later and I nodded and smiled. It was truly uncomfortable and I didn't want to lie. I was just a little misleading. I'm curious to know how the clarification conversation went on later last night. It's truly a curious feeling. Luckily I am not dying to know. As the emotions soften I am moving on.

I'd better do it quickly. 9 minutes to 10PM!