Practicing the art of publishing and relentless Optimism against the INEVITABLE flow of time and my own self consciousness by not taking it too seriously.

New York.

Sunday Yoga

Struggle city to get up and get my ass to yoga after late night activities. Got in a little early because I got thought it was 10AM class, turns out it was 10:15 class. But I got to do some stretching and warming up, which became really necessary through the middle 30 minutes of sweaty hard work.

Got some neck stretches in also, that was nice.

Ended with a little self reflection. Red/orange flame over pale yellow. I'm excitable/energetic but still need to maintain good rest and habits.

Overall, I think a really successful class. I took plenty of breaks when I needed, to get water or child's poise or shake it out, but I mean, I lifted the day before and was up till like 3 the night before so I'll allow it. I got what I put in, but that was enough.

 

Quick Swim

Lifting the Hateful 8