Vanessa claims that I’m the reason she packed too much. But I’m not. Not really. I told her I’d overpack on her account. I always do. I told her she could just wear my clothes if she didn’t bring enough. I mean, honestly. I probably won’t wear the 3 jackets, 8 blouses, 10 tanktops, 2 pairs of capri pants, 3 pairs of jeans, 4 pairs of shoes, 2 bikinis, and 3 skirts that I packed (that doesn’t include the 15 yoga tops and 10 pairs of yoga pants and shorts). Or at least, not all at once.
In fact, I’d venture a guess that I’ll pretty much be wearing Prana gear from now until July 1st almost exclusively. Seven hours of ashtanga-related activities per day will do that for a person. Wow, I guess you could say that for the next two weeks, yoga will be my full-time job. Except that it doesn’t pay in a monetary sense. But there are other, greater rewards for my time and effort. The ones that don’t pay the mortgage, but instead offer a lifetime of subtle benefit.
I just realized that I forgot backbends this morning. And I have no one to blame for that but myself. You see, I overslept, then hastily threw myself into a 55 minute primary series practice. Not much introspection, not much deep breath-work, but a heck of a lot of heat and sweat. And forward bending. Lots of that, too.