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Adapt, Adjust, Accomodate

A quick entry today, as my unfortunate head cold is demanding I stop for the day.  Marc is kicking butt at P90X in the room beside me and I wish I was beside him getting sweaty and wishing this Tony freak would just stop the torture already, but alas.  I'm going through a box of tissues and denying there's a tickle in my throat.

As I mentioned in the previous entry, I decided to start a new sadhana for the month of May inspired by a local yoga studio.  10 minutes of sun salutations, 10 minutes of meditation, 5 minutes of savasana, 5 minutes of journaling.  So awesome, and so right up my alley.

And of course, on Day 2, I wake up with a beast of a sore throat.

Initially, I was thinking of making the 'sun salutations' part very structured so it would be the same practice every day.  I wanted to get as much consistency in this daily practice as possible so I could really feel how each morning feels different.  However, I learned for the 47 millionth time that so much is out of my control, and life calls for flexibility.  As my beloved Thai Yoga Massage teacher is fond of saying (singing, actually, but I can't transmit the magic of that over this blog): "Adapt, Adjust, Accomodate!"

The last few mornings, my sun salutations have been different depending on how I'm feeling with this allergy attack / head cold / whatever this situation is.  Monday morning I was surprised by how much stronger I felt after doing a few of the surya namaskars; yesterday morning was a big challenge.  I've altered the speed, frequency, and moves - no chaturangas or Warrior poses for me when I'm feeling ill.  I think I'm finding the self-knowledge I was looking for when I planned for absolute consistency in the movement in the fact that I'm tuning into my body each morning to see what I need.

The coolest part?  When I was dreading doing yoga this morning because of my stuffy nose, I was shocked to find that by the end of the first 10 minutes, I was breathing 10 times easier.  Yoga is so much cheaper than nose spray.

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A few months from five years married (Costa Rica, here we come).

Eight years and a couple months since living in the city.

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