Tuesday morning was the first time I've been on my yoga mat in a week. And yes, I had to pause my practice a couple of time to blow my nose but dang it felt good to be on that mat and moving. I am finally feeling more like my normal self, despite this lingering cough. I am thankful to be back on my mat, thankful to get back on the treadmill, thankful to have enough energy to do more than just lay around on the couch. This is important because my yard, dear Lord my yard, was out of control. I started dinner Tuesday night with the intention of mowing the front yard while everything cooked. I hemmed and hawed around with Michael occasionally throwing "aren't you going to mow your yard?" in my direction, before I sighed heavily and mowed the front yard. Wednesday night I tackled the backyard. I didn't just mow. I pulled weeds around the garden and house. I turned the compost. I washed the lawnmower and an ice chest. By the time I was done, I was covered in grass and my jeans were soaked because you cannot clean a lawnmower without spraying yourself at least once with the water hose. I went to bed that night knowing I earned my session with Jeana the next day. Jeana has been using this new biomat on her massage table. It's full of amethyst crystals and woo-woo magic. I like laying on it even if it's woo-woo. As I laid there waiting for Jeana to come back into the room, I started thinking about all the times I found myself holding my breath this week. We had done arm balances in yoga class on Wednesday. I suck at arm balances. I know that part of the problem is that the minute I try to go into one, I stop breathing. So, in Wednesday's class, I held my breath. I held my breath as I cleaned microscope objectives. I held my breath as I waited impatiently at a stop light. I did a lot of breath holding this week. I'm thankful for that moment of realization that it's time to just sit back and breath. And that's exactly what I plan on doing this weekend.
I am thankful for lots of things this week. I'm thankful for the flowers Michael brought me on Tuesday. I am thankful for the peach preserves/jam that Chad and Jess sent me on Thursday. I am thankful the check engine light went off on my car after I put gas cleaner in the tank. And I'm always thankful for you. Here's to a wonderful weekend and a very Thankful Friday!
P.S. I'm still helping Michael raise funds for the AIDS Bicycle Cruise . Please give what you can.