C. greeting the day in Downward Dog.
After a pretty late night last night, I got up early this morning to go meet C. for some river-walking time before she leaves town for business for the next ten days. There’s nothing like Sunday mornings in Boston, when the city is still sleeping and it feels like it’s all yours. Especially on a bright September morning like today. (C. says that the smell of the city officially turned to autumn today, but I’m fighting a cold, so can’t attest to that myself.) I walked up to find C. Downward-Dogging on the dock (apparently, I unfortunately missed the headstanding that proceeded it). As I joined her, she pointed out the trumpet player on the other end of the dock. So much entertainment to be had out there: the impromptu concert, some crazy dude swimming in the Charles in front of us, and, as always, good conversation. We strolled down the river, then back up Newbury Street, where we parked it on a stoop, soaking in the sun for a bit. It was the perfect weekend morning.
The sun setting over the Charles.
I came home and crashed hard for a bit, recouping from all of the excitement of yesterday. Then it was back to the dock again (my favorite place in Boston these days, apparently), where I met up with J. and A., who I haven’t seen since TT ended–a great, last-minute treat. We lounged around there for a couple of hours, watching two little girls in their Sunday finery running around with slimy fish they’d victoriously reeled in from the river, and just catching up as a beautiful sunset colored the sky before us. Then we headed over to BBY to take Ryan Hill’s Yin class.
My two perfect bookmarks on a wonderful, relaxing Sunday.
I was invited to an audition tomorrow–my first “freestyle” audition, where all of the teachers will take a class, with each of us auditionees leading 15 spontaneous moments of the sequence. I don’t know exactly what to expect, but I think it will be good to get this sort of audition under my belt.
Nothing terribly thrilling to report today. Most of my day was spent editing, then I crashed hard again around 3:30 this afternoon. I think this must be a delayed reaction from all of the action this summer–this is the same thing that happens to me after I finish writing a book. I’m okay for a while, then exhaustion strikes. I’m trying to re-frame this as rejuvenation instead of laziness.
Normally, I go to a Yin class on Tuesday nights, but I figured what I really needed was a hit of energy, so I went to Goldie’s Vinyasa flow instead. It was nice and sweaty and invigorating–precisely what the doctor ordered!
One of our TT tribe, K., had an audition today. We were texting back and forth as she was in the lobby waiting to begin. I seriously felt tinges of nausea on her behalf … which makes me think I really better get in the zone for my own audition Thursday. Eeek!
On our morning walk: Happy. (Photo taken by C.)
Not too much to say about the past couple of days, really. I appear to have completely exhausted myself, so I’m trying to shake whatever this is off so that I can get back down to business. Yesterday was a pretty mellow day, although I did go on a date last night. It was a good one. I used to think of dating as a chore, but I’m liking it more and more–regardless of the outcome, it’s great to go out there and meet new people and hear new stories. This particular guy was full of fun, vivid anecdotes–I love that.
This morning, C. and I met for a morning walk along the Charles, before meeting up with B. and K. at the dock. I am no morning person, but I found this little morning jaunt to be completely invigorating. On the dock, K. (who has a voice that can slay angels) sang for us, and it gave me the chills as her voice set out into the misty morning. So. Much. Talent. A tourist came up to ask us to take his picture, then asked if he could get a picture with my girls … that’s my beautiful tribe right there. We meditated, then did a run-through of K.’s sequence for her audition at a local sports club tomorrow. It’s all happening now!
In my one ode to productivity today, I just sent out a couple of resumes for instructor gigs at sports clubs. We shall see!
Day 25: Officially 1/4 way through these 100 Days of Yoga!