2 weeks is way too long to be away from the gym. I need this therapy. Here I can be strong. Here I'm in control. Here I can forget my weaknesses, my inadequacies, my failures.
Strong. Strong enough to lift this barbell over my head. A zillion times.
With more and more iron on the ends. Dang! I'm gonna do this!! Heave!!!! yeah!!
Such a better feeling than the wimpiness of giving in to a 6-year old who keeps whining until he gets his way over a dumb video game he has to have downloaded. Caving in to please others. Saying yes when I mean no.
Pushing through the pain. I can do this. Such a better feeling than getting rejected for a job. I can't control that. But I can control this cold metal stick in my hands. And I'll make it heavier. Cause I need to get stronger. What doesn't kill you....(altogether now...)
...makes you stronger!!!
Next up is Body Flow. Perfect balm for tight muscles and bound-up souls.
The dim lights, the flowing sequence of balnces and stretches, lyrical music.
Just the right songs I needed today. Have really missed this.
"you don't know what I feel" is the song. perfect.
I'm so into this...this perfect marriage of movement and music
Going deeper into the music,
deeper into the stretch.
lost...so lost....
lost in the union
it's a spiritual thing.
Last 5 minutes. Meditation. Stillness.
Eyes closed. This is my safe place.
Just like this blog. Ironically. My place to unload. Anonymously, sort of.
clouds of sulfur in the air
bombs are falling everywhere
(thank you, sir, Mr. Mayer, you say it much better than I)
I wipe my eyes, roll up my mat and leave the room.
namaste.
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