I went to bed Sunday night at 11 PM. I awoke to my screaming alarm at 6 AM. I was shocked by the interruption to my previously unruffled sleep. Were we being bombed? Was there a fire? No. Yoga was happening.
That’s right. I recalled the insane idea that had gripped me the previous night to attend the HRC’s group fitness session of yoga. Bright and early: 6:30 AM. Now that I think about it, the phrase “bright and early” really doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. It wasn’t bright at all! In fact it was dark, so I was left to biking the distance hoping that there wasn’t some stick lying on the sidewalk waiting to trip up my bike and my youthful dreams of flexibility.
It turned out to be a fantastic experience (against the expectations of college students waking up everywhere). The stretches and exercises that ranged from easy-peesy to agonizing woke up my body, mind, and spirit. I got back, had a great breakfast, and was ready to start my day by 8 AM. The time I usually am waking up.