I grew up hating Tuesdays. I may have posted about this before… but Tuesdays are inauspicious days.
I’ve got to quit believing in this shit.
Last night, as I was making dinner (black bean chipolte burgers with cilantro yogurt sauce and baked carrot “fries”), Tay said, “I’m a little late in saying this, but tonight would be the perfect night to go to Taco Temple and sit out on the patio.”
He was right, of course. It was well over 80 degrees at the beach, the sky was so clear, and… well… it’s Taco Temple.
I looked down at the patties I was shaping in my hands… “We could go, you know. I could just refrigerate these and we could cook them tomorrow night…” I said, picturing a gorgeous blackbean tostada heaped with fresh veggies and a side of their special potato-green chile taquitos with guacamole….
“Nah,” he said. “We’ll go tomorrow night.”
I had a massage scheduled this afternoon after work, and I was so excited. At 9 a.m. my phone rang. The massage therapist. She’s sick. Massage canceled. Sigh. I said to myself, “Oh, but there’s always Taco Temple to look forward to…” And just then, I remembered that Taco Temple is closed on Tuesdays. ARGH!
I hate Tuesdays.
The good news is I’m back on the practice train after a few hiccups last week. I had my strength and endurance back this morning, and was able to keep the breath strong and even all the way through from start to finish. Um, with just a little panicked panting in Kapotasana B. That softness found in Viparita Chakrasana Sunday afternoon? Gone. In its place, a huge, noisy, big-footed creature thumped and thudded her way through, with very little grace.
I was able to hold Vrischikasana II on my own for a while before Tay had to spot me, though. That was exciting.
Last night, Tay was asking about asana and progression. “So are you able to see a lot of progress from week to week?” In my physical practice, I’d say there’s a pendulum of sorts. As soon as there is some physical progress in one area, there tends to be a regression in another.
Hm… and I’m thinking of the many things in my life that are unyogic to share… I drink wine. Lots of it. I have at least one glass every day, and I often even have a glass at lunchtime.
Such is life when you work for a winery, I suppose.