Thursday, I realized that my gracilis was tweaked, again. Damn yoga! I took a few days off, hopeful, that I had waited long enough to heal. I continued with my yoga practice and the other day I sensed an irritation. I've avoided the pose that created this issue but there are others that stress the gracilis. I should have pulled back the other day instead of powering through it.
I called my massage place, hoping, to set up a massage with the injury specialist. He was unable to see me until Monday. I arranged an appointment and then canceled it. I thought I could benefit from a different therapist on Friday instead of waiting from Monday. I should have waited. Brittney is great but she isn't an injury specialist. I relaxed and enjoyed the massage but the necessary manipulation to help me wasn't there. She handed me water, chocolate and biofreeze which I knew would aid the healing practice. I came home and started up the heating pad and took a night off.
Today, I spring cleaned my house. It was long overdue and found my passport in the process. I cannot believe that I had no clue as to where that particular item was located. It is one of my prized possessions and I, normally, keep it close. I arranged another massage for Monday and will continue to use the heating pad/biofreeze for the next few days.
I have been dreaming of travel and after two trips to Paso Robles, know, that I adore it there. I spent a few weekends there in May. Once for a half marathon in Santa Barbara and the other time I attended a beer fest. The weather is similar to Phoenix (meaning it's 103+) but it's so much more rural. I love being surrounded by vines, fruit, vegetables. It's laid back and approachable. I hope to return in August to visit again. My trip to Italy fell apart. It seemed, rush, though, and so I am not that disappointed. And, if I went to Italy, I would have to see Agnese and Renatto. It's a must do. The itinerary did not include that option and so it just wasn't the time to fly abroad.
Moreover, I had misplaced my passport til today. I kept thinking I will find it today. Only to put it off til weeks went by. I was thankful that the trip got canceled as I couldn't remember my passport number and didn't know if that would be part of the criteria of booking a flight. One year, it was mandatory to include the passport number when booking the trip. I was uncertain if that would be a requirement.
So, the last few weeks, I have been preoccupied with Paso Robles, yoga, work and trying to figure out my summer trip. Next month, I will be in Oregon to see my sisters and wine taste. I would love to go somewhere, abroad, this year but don't know if it will happen. I seem to be easily distracted. I realize that my posting has decreased and it isn't like I don't want to write about my life I just haven't been traveling as often. Live in the day is my mantra. I must return to that aspect of my life and write about it.
I am off to work in Dante's Inferno (my way, affectionately, of referring to Phoenix).