At Half-past Three

This is what happens when you go to yoga at 6.30 in the evening.

You sweat out the cold, feel great after class, go to bed early and wake up 5 hours later. Your body thinks it’s better than sleep. Boundless energy at half-past three.

Last night was the first time I saw someone pass out. What I admire about her is she got up after a while and kept going. I don’t think I would have done the same.

I realized there are less complications when I go in the morning, so I want to keep it up.

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The True Test of Addiction

I’ve been going religiously at 9AM for three weeks; today is the first time I miss. I was seriously considering moving my doctor visit but I knew I’ve been putting it off for too long. And now I think a pap smear is overrated.

I’m planning to go to the 6.30PM class but I’m not sure if my body is up for it: my head started to ache as I was having a massage and now I’m sniffling and phlegmy. I finally got bitten by the cold. To go or not to go? This is the true test of addiction.

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Building A Practice

“The poses you don’t like to do are the poses that are good for you.”

I was so eager to do yoga today, I was slightly disappointed that this morning’s class was so-so. I don’t know why.

I have to remember what he said. It’s not about perfecting three or four poses. It’s giving effort for everything; you build a practice that way.

I feel like going again later this evening. Maybe it’s time I go for a doubles again. I feel much stronger, after all. I used to take naps at noon, now I don’t really have to.

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My Daily Dose of Struggle

What is the difference between night and day?

I always believed yoga is harder in the morning. My back, shoulders, sides, hips, knees, toes would all hurt.

But in the past four weeks I’ve made a conscious effort to let my practice set the pace for each day. Struggle is hard, but struggle is good, and in the morning, when I wake up, I feel there’s nothing else I want to do. I’ve gotten past the aches and pains.

I got up after just 5 hours of sleep.

Early in the morning, I blur the difference between night and day.

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Same Second Same Clap

I like that we feed off each other’s energy. We aim to begin on the same second, on the same clapping or snapping sound, but we go at our own pace, our own depth depending on what our body will allow, each day.

He said the rabbit is easy for me and he wanted me to try something else the next time: my forehead more to my thighs than on the floor, my spine then will become more straight when I inch my hips up.

My dream is to do yoga until I can touch my feet to the sky.

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What Had To Be Done Has Been Done

“What had to be done has been done,” they like to say. I’m glad I went today.

I ate crabs for lunch at home. My dad was being friendly. I told him about how I almost lost my license to a traffic enforcer on Monday.

Pored over illustrations, read, slept in my brother’s room.

Something felt missing.

I followed my instincts and drove to Manila, found myself back at the wall, walked on it, ‘til it ended. Decided to save another piece of it for another afternoon.
Chased after a sunset that came unseen, hindered by a care-bear cloud.

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Inspiration Is Free

I decided I feel different. Overwhelmed, or unadjusted to this new schedule, this new me.

And the difference between last night and tonight: I didn’t have to wash my hair. No, no smoke smell to contend with. The noise, the pretense, the plastic conversations that last as long as a bottle of beer--theirs, I quit--it gets old.

Trade highway for the skyway, 6 sticks of best-sellers for dinner, black vanilla tea, inspiration, all free. This is my yoga for today.

I took a nap, and photos that I hoped would come out good, well, didn’t.

It’s okay.

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Our Spines Can Still Grow

“So what, grandma?” he teases.

“Yes,” I am tired.

Laughter.

“I know why, because he picks on you more than I do.” She’s always smiling. I find her nice.

“So, by how much did your spine grow?” I want to know.

“Say, three quarters.” That’s impressive, I think, but do not say.

“I used to be five feet and a half three years ago, but just this year I’m five feet and three quarters.” I am proud.

“Yeah, and I used to be five-two and a half. Now I’m five-four.” She does look it. Amazing what yoga does.

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Lola Does Yoga

“You know I think you are the best teacher because after class I feel five years younger.”

“Oh, that’s good, haha!”

“But when it’s he who teaches I feel like a grandmother! Everything starts to ache.”

“Oh, that’s good, too! That means you’re working harder, haha!”

The thing about them is that really, I think they are the best teachers I can ever have. I have never been as determined to pursue a good practice as now. I see myself letting yoga set the pace for my every day for as long as I can wake up before 9 AM.

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