shavasawho?

tuesday is yoga night.  t and i actually hire a babysitter so we can go to yoga together.  and sweat.  and get our asses kicked.  in unison.

some tuesdays i can't wait to go.  others... not so much.  each tuesday when i climb into my car and begin my 45 minute commute home the brain vs body battle begins.

brain: you've been on your feet all day.  now it is time to rest.  that class is 72 minutes of working and 3 minutes of resting.


body:  [insert tony little's voice] you can doo iiiiit!  it doesn't matter that you've been squatting in tiny person chairs and hovering on thigh strength all day.  you can doo iiiiit!


brain:  you have a million and ten things to do.  you don't really have time for yoga.  there are dishes and vacuuming and toilets to clean.


body:  you're getting so close to getting sexy back.  think about your bikini.  picture how hot my back side will look if you go to yoga!

and on and on and on.  if it wasn't for the standing appointment babysitter i think my brain could actually win one.  but in the end my brain always remembers that we have a weekly arrangement and it can't seem to find a loophole that doesn't involve feelings of guilt.

so off to yoga i go.  and once i'm there i push and pull and squat and lengthen.  and breathe.  and breathe.  and breathe.  and then i realize i'm relaxed and renewed.  and then it's time for shavasana.  and my brain decides that the body has had enough playtime and it takes over.  there is no meditation.  there is no open mind free of thought.  there is just muddling.  THIS is when my brain decides to muddle through the mundane to the important.  try as i might to focus on the lovely ethereal music... to clear my brain...  THIS is when the randomness pops into my head.

tonight my brain decided to review a student's story from writing.  his little voice surfaced through my attempts at abstractly visualize rather than think.  i heard his little voice reading me his story...

"eyeball came down from space to attack earth he landed on earth sterling said daniel we must destroy him quick get me a piece of tinfoil i have a burrito i need to wrap up we must destroy eyeball and they did"

classic.