Lying in bed, thinking about getting up and really not feeling it on a cloudy Seattle morning. My phone goes off: Yoga at 12:20, just down the block at the Y.
I think seriously about blowing it off. But I’d blown it off last Tuesday. I had an excuse that time – I was completely wiped out from ECCC. And then I remembered a graphic I’d seen online yesterday morning, comparing MRI scans of brain activity between someone who’d been sedentary and someone who’d just exercised. And I was like, fuck it, let me wake my brain up a little by moving. I was glad I did; some of the stretches were quite hard still, others that had been hard when I started attending class last month were… well, not necessarily easy yet, but they were no longer impossible. So that’s good.
I’m nowhere near the shape I was around this point last year, after a solid year of burlesque dance twice a week. But I’m crawling back out of the pit I was in. Feels good.
And now I guess it’s time to get to drawing.