The Best Laid Plans…Posted: August 7, 2010
…always go to shit. (Hey, I never claimed to have the tact of Steinbeck.)
Theoretically, right now, my mum and I should be in Tampa, getting our downward dog on at Salutation Nation. I even bought a real yoga mat for the event, seeing as schlepping the shag rug out of my bedroom was a bit crazy, even for me.
At five in the morning my mum woke me up to tell me her legs were sore and that she was too tired to go.
First rule of thumb: Do not wake me out of a sound sleep. I am prone to unconsciously hitting the fool who attempts this maneuver.
Second rule of thumb: Don’t give me crappy excuses laden with the word “can’t”. In my mind, can’t is almost always synonymous with “don’t want to try”.
In my mind, it’s one thing to listen to your body and know your own boundaries. It’s another to be constantly looking for an “out” for something you don’t particularly care to attempt.
After grunting some semblance of an acknowledgment and rolling back to bed, I woke up four hours later a little miffed and a lot hungry. Oats were definitely in order!
Strawberries, flax seed, and a homemade (via a health food store) natural Valencia peanut butter.
On the bright side, now I have a completely free Saturday to catch up on blogs and just chill…and who says I can’t do some yoga at home? I have another willing classmate…
Sometimes you’ve just gotta roll with the punches.
Are you a go-with-the-flow person or do you crave structure? Does the same thing apply to your workouts?