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When I returned to my apartment after our session with Lillee on Friday night, all I wanted was warm tea to calm my brain, and a warm bed in which to digest the plethora of biological terms swimming in my head. Neither of these things were to be. When I returned home, it was to a loud, (fun!) drunken house party. A true rager. A goodbye party for friends moving to Pearl Harbor naval base in Hawaii. No warm tea and bed that night, but plenty of cold beer and barbecue. It was a fantastic time! Such is the life of a yogi. Roll with the punches. My physical therapist friend LOVES anatomy and wanted to know all about what I'd learned that night. I wasn't quite on par with his knowledge, but after many beers he didn't mind. I feared his phrenic nerve might cease being involuntary.
Every yogi's best friend...Err.... |
After chatting for a bit and engaging in some
Drunkasanas with other folks at the party, I was able to duck away and take a look at the homework
Lillee assigned for the night. The rest of the weekend continued to be a
no nonsense crash course in anatomy and self massage using the Yoga Tune Up Balls
(this deserves a post all to itself, it's that good). I'm chugging
along in my training, and I am absolutely loving it. Joining this program is one of the
best decisions I've ever made.
Ha! I love this post! Cute, personal and fun to read. Love you.
ReplyDeleteThis is why I love you. You are totally able to find the balance.
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