Sometimes I plan all day
Posted by: Liz | From: August 26, 2003
Sometimes I plan all day to go to the gym, but then get home from work and I feel crappy. Most of the time I force myself to go and end up feeling good that I went. But then there are the awful times when it turns out my body wasn’t just messin’ with me, it really didn’t want to go to they gym and it can’ t believe it told me that and yet here I still am, at the gym with my unmotivated body, just wishin' for a bowl of cereal and some crappy TV. Well, that’s how it was yesterday. I love my Monday night yoga class, don’t get me wrong. The instructor is great (a tiny little man who is made up entirely of muscle and teaches yoga with gentleness and thoroughness you expect from a yoga instructor, but with the perseverance of a soccer coach). Usually I’m into the fact that he pushes us, but like I said, I was already not feeling that great and he was in some sort of mood that I’ve never seen him in before. He started by giving us a lecture about not assuming you maintain strength and flexibility if you don’t practice regularly. But in kind of a mean way. Then we launched into one of the craziest hard classes I’ve taken with him. It was all knee work and groin stretches and weird balance stuff. During a confusing point, a girl asked him to demonstrate a pose and he barked at her that he'd just ate, so that wasn't going to happen. And then he made us do this one pose (which I cannot find a picture of, but put your right ankle on your upper left thigh. Balancing on the ball of your left foot, squat all the way down and tuck your right shin into your armpits. Place your hands on the ground. Now lift yourself off the ground and extend your left leg straight out, so your body is now parallel to the ground. That’s what I said. Why are you still sitting there?). And everyone was kinda falling all over the place and watching this one girl who seemed to be the only one getting it. And he stopped us for a full minute or two to yell at us that if we watched everyone else instead of trying to do it, we would never get anywhere. I felt like total shit after that. But then he had me demonstrate a tripod headstand in front of the class and I felt better. Because I was feeling like a simple animal last night: yelling bad, praise good.And J bought a bunch of cereal and we ate it and watched “For Love or Money” and everything was okay once more. Adios craptacular Rob and your flat, emotionless voice!
Nell Freudenberger update: I am really enjoying Lucky Girls. Pick it up. She is a talented writer and has a nice writing style that is at once flat and complex. Like dried mangos with li-hing powder.
Tomorrow I am taking off because my friend I’ve known since preschool is coming to New York and I’m going to show her what’s what. She’s already done all the touristy stuff, so I’m excited for a day full of little galleries and odd shops and some Brooklyn fun.
Operation good/evil cover went into effect this morning. I debated briefly before sending CJOY, a Canadian radio station the white cover and a black cover to Salem Press in California. Yes, it seemed obvious to send the good cover to Joy and the evil cover to Salem, but what if they were trying to trick me?? You never know.
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