By the time I was able to free myself of my black on black coffee-infested work clothes, it was pretty dark out. Nighttime had already arrived, and unfortunately, I still had to get my daily run in. Normally I’m quite good at getting out the front door early on in the day. Today was different though. Actually, the last five days have been different. I’m riding aboard the Bikram yoga train once again, and truly loving it.
A while back, I wrote a blog about my very first Bikram yoga class where I ranted and raved about the mental journey which one experiences during the ninety minute and twenty-six pose session -- not to mention perspiring more than I had ever perspired in my life in one sitting. Today marked day five for me. Five days of Bikram in a row. Subsequently, I’m feeling just about the strongest I’ve ever felt, and my running is taking off by storm once again. Each and every day I partake in Bikram, I feel better and better while out on the roads, and I doubt that it’s a coincidence. My flexibility and mental awareness have been seriously heightened, and my strides are longer and flow with an incredible amount of grace and ease. My breathing is so controlled, it’s almost scary.
That all being said, after this morning’s Bikram session followed by a hectic shift at work, I was doubting whether or not my evening run would be enjoyable. Little did I know, I was wrong. Between my newly-revived mental strength, and a little blood-boiling from a run-in with an old flame on the way to my car post-work, I had a GREAT run. Time time of day meant nothing. Exhaustion meant nothing. Once I hit “shuffle” on my iPod and headed off down my street in the dark, I was unstoppable. I made it to the bluffs overlooking the ocean in what seemed to be record time, and the residential streetlights along Westcliff drive guided me down the coast, by the wharf, and back up into my neighborhood. Gladly, my day ended on a good note, and my eyes will be falling shut shortly.
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