My freaky and fabulous life (pt. iii…kind of)

My life this past week has felt pretty freaky and…um, no, not so fabulous. 

Let’s do a run down, shall we?

Freaky:  Waking up at 5:25 a.m., ducking and dashing through thick sheets of rain, all to make the 6 a.m. sunrise class in Harvard Square. 

Fabulous:  Class rocks, body feels strong, teacher keeps me sane, man to my left nearly gets a slap to the head for all of his thumping and thrashing about—don’t worry, I refrained. 

Freaky:  Showering in shower stalls with no curtains.  Now, I’m not a modest lady in the locker room.  (Remember the rules, kids!)  But…well, shampooing and soaping up while all of your goods are hanging out in front of total strangers is, admittedly, a little disconcerting.  At 7:30 a.m., no less.  I don’t need to see that much skin at sunrise.

Fabulous:  Getting the hell out of the smallest, most crowded, most-exposed-bodies-ever locker room in t-minus 11 minutes.  I got ready so quickly I think I even beat the gents.

Freaky:  Sitting in 45 minutes of traffic to go all of five miles.

And that was just my Tuesday morning.  From 5:25 a.m. to 8:45 a.m.  The day had barely begun for some of you.  Hell, the week had barely begun for all of us!

Also freaky?  How my stomach feels right now.  I’ve often noticed that the more yoga I do, the more food aversions I suffer.  As in, as I’ve thrown myself back into a daily yoga practice, the thought of food this week has kind of made me nauseous.   I am wholly unenthused about eating anything.  Even toast—and I love toast.  This isn’t good—not when you desperately need good, hearty, nourshing food to refuel and reenergize your system.  But, man.  I haven’t wanted to eat a thing. 

Potentially fabulous?  My clothes are a tad looser.  Potentially fatal?  I might pass out from extreme malnourishment.   But at least I’ll look good doin’ it!

Also fabulous?  The few slices of time this week that I’ve been able to devote to my little side project, which I’ll share details about eventually.  It’s exciting and fun and daunting and kind of hilarious.  I want to throw all my energies and creativity into it, but my plate is full, I can only give so much, I will give what I can.  For now.  Who knows what will happen later…

Freaky:  The odd, creepy, dusty and old skeleton/ghost/demon puppet my roommate hung in our kitchen window.  I nearly kicked my poor cat clear across the tile floor when I saw it first thing in the morning as I was trying to give said cat his food.  Totally freaked me out.

Fabulous:  My roommate carved a pumpkin tonight at our kitchen table.  With a full glass of wine on hand, of course, and reruns of a bad television show blasting in the background.  Sometimes, I really do adore her.

Freaky:  My favorite month is nearly over.  October, where did you go?  Sighhh.  So begins the winter haul.

Fabulous:  I am five days into my challenge.  One sixth of the way done!  (But who’s counting…)  The two poses I really want to make some progress in are half moon and standing head to knee.  Both poses like to wrestle with me, like to taunt and tease and work me over, nose to toes.

Just you wait, poses.  I’m fabulously tough.  Freakishly committed.  I’ve got a fight to me you haven’t yet seen.

Enjoy your tricks and treats this weekend, friends!