NE

June 25th, 2013

No, I didn’t misspell me. No, I’m not talking about the northeast or New England.

Today I had planned on going to four thirty yoga. Hot yoga. Yeah, I know. It’s 97 degrees at four o’clock. Hot yoga just doesn’t seem to be the thing to do – especially when you live on a beach. A beach walk in the water at low tide would be more like it. Besides, it’s not good to overheat or exert oneself in this kind of weather. Not to mention the dehydration and loss of nutrients. Tomorrow I’d probably be laid out flat, good for nothing. Not good when all the kiddos arrive on Friday for two weeks and there’s much to do before they get here. Hot yoga? Not a good idea.

The clock said 3:54 and Dr.Phil was just winding down. I jumped up out of my chair, and without another word to myself, dressed, grabbed my mat and was on my way down 6A by four o’clock sharp. On the way I told myself to just take it easy. You need this. Your mind has a lot going on and it needs this.

I arrived at the studio with plenty of time to lay in the hot room. Somehow it didn’t seem that hot in there. Class started and I was rocking it on all counts. The sweat kept me cooler than I’d been at home. No muscle fatigue. No dehydration or humidity issues. We were on the floor before I knew it. I actually gained energy as the class went on. During the floor series my beloved teacher Meg said, “I commend all of you for being here today. The heat is not an excuse to skip class. No excuses.”

There it was – NE – NO EXCUSES. If I had bought into everything my mind was trying to hand me earlier today, I would’ve missed one of those classes where everything is perfect and you feel like your tilted world has suddenly been set right again – both physically and emotionally.

Walking out the door to my car I was shocked. It was so much hotter outside than it was in the studio. I drove home thinking of the words of John Wooden: