Congested. Snotty. Miserable. Three words to describe how I feel. I pray that my co-worker will work for me tonight so that I can get some rest. I hate being sick and this morning, when I woke up, I was super annoyed with the current state of my well-being. I have ingested two garlic cloves to help speed this along and there is still yoga at noon. I am on this challenge and so yes, I am going. I am going in spite of the current state. I am not coughing. I am congested.
Day #17, here I come. I think some of my problem is lack of sleep. I have been working, or at work, a lot, this past week. Yoga has helped keep me centered, peaceful, calm. I am super hydrated. It's gotta be the sleep factor. I want to take a day to myself and not worry about anything related to work. I want to sleep. Have a movie day of sorts. I want to zone out.
I think that would be in my best interest. A day of rest.
That thought was prior to my yoga class. I went in, subdued. I grabbed a box of kleenex and waited. I silently prayed that I wouldn't start snotting all over the place. I waited and forced myself to think positive thoughts and relax. The class began and I had a little bit of a headache. Still, I was committed to the class. The instructor started a flow and I fell into sync. I did not sneeze one time or need to use the kleenex. I felt amazing. I sweat out some of the crap that was stuck in my chest and left feeling energized. Sure, I don't want to work tonight but I can. I no longer feel miserable. I will make it through the night and prosper.
After my class, I mentioned to the instructor that I enjoyed her sequence and she thanked me. She continued to say that she would be teaching tomorrow. Thankfully! I am stoked. The normal girl plays terrible music and runs the same routine. I am over her sequence.
I do see several benefits of the yoga practice. Namaste~