I worked from home today, but needed to go in for a meeting closer to end of day. All that changed by 9 am, when the appointment got rescheduled for 1 pm. Well, crap, there goes my opportunity to Runch (run at lunch). The remainder of the afternoon unfolded to offer me only one time slot - after the girls' bedtime. As minutes blossomed into hours, my body began to break down. Everything started to hurt. I felt uncomfortable in my skin. The nagging back pain that presents when I have abdominal pain returned. I tried to stretch out my aches to no avail. Suddenly, I was craving a full yoga practice. Wow. A full yoga practice (for me - Ashtanga Primary Series) takes roughly 90 minutes from start to finish. I certainly wouldn't have that kind of time to crank that out, but my body told me it had to happen. She can be so bossy.
I made a delicious dish of chicken marsala and a side of massaged kale with orange peppers and tangerine pieces. I tried to eat light knowing that I'd be running a mile and possibly hitting the mat. Allison played with scissors (in the most appropriate way), while the hubbs and I worked with Ava on her cultural project for school. Thirty minutes from bedtime, the girls watched a short show with a bowl of popcorn in hand. Two empty bowls later, I put the girls to bed and ran my mile.
Damn you, left hamstring for annoying the rest of my left leg. Back off shoulders get away from my ears. Ugh, I needed a good stretch in the worst way. I hit my mile and shut off the treadmill before heading upstairs to the warm family room. The pellet stove blasted heat from it's belly. I unrolled my mat facing the stove hoping to get lost in the fire. I set the TV to the jazz channel and began my practice with 5 Sun Salutation A's. My eyes got lost in the fire and my mind got lost in the jazz. I was reminded of cool/cold nights sitting in my dorm room with a good friend. (It felt like) every night, we'd sit adjacent to each other, with an end table between us listening to jazz radio. The paraphernalia on the table included two steaming hot mugs of Earl Grey tea, dressed with sugar cubes and cream. We drank and smoked; we talked and listened. We got lost and didn't want to be found. And that's where I wound up this evening. I got lost in my mat and opted to not be found.