I received the most obviously blatantly unblushing message this morning asking 'where's the party tonight'.
Gods, I do not know where it is. I mean it's not nearly 9:00 am and I haven't the nerve to even think about eating fried food and getting drunk while meditatively chewing on a banana and whoever sent this message seemed like he was in pretty high spirits already.
I do not know if my body is currently up to any partying, because right now, as I type this it's pretty much ready to part ways with my soul.
Putting it through a brutal wringer of almost 2 hours of workout, mostly influenced after reading that party message and punishing my body beforehand before it dwells in to any excesses I'm feeling a bit like putty right now.
Going especially strong on my rhomboids my arms and shoulders aren't ready to as much as lift air and I won't even mention the pilates that the almost killed me just because I added 3 extra reps to each exercise.
I could say yoga is most rejuvenating but today's yoga flow made me realize my hamstrings were rawer than a living cow and to say the I went moo with every fold and aasan would be a statement most beguiling.
towards the end my body was one with my exercise mat and wild horses wouldn't drag me away while I calmed down and swam out of the puddle that was my sweat.
And oh, in a fit of virtuous rage I cooked some porridge complete with bananas, chia seeds, soy milk and nuts..ooh..it tasted like yesterdays newspaper.
So no. I'm in no mood to party.
If anything I'm going to calmly relearn how one walks without looking like a lopsided giraffe with a bad case of gravitational meltdown.
Gods, I do not know where it is. I mean it's not nearly 9:00 am and I haven't the nerve to even think about eating fried food and getting drunk while meditatively chewing on a banana and whoever sent this message seemed like he was in pretty high spirits already.
I do not know if my body is currently up to any partying, because right now, as I type this it's pretty much ready to part ways with my soul.
Putting it through a brutal wringer of almost 2 hours of workout, mostly influenced after reading that party message and punishing my body beforehand before it dwells in to any excesses I'm feeling a bit like putty right now.
Going especially strong on my rhomboids my arms and shoulders aren't ready to as much as lift air and I won't even mention the pilates that the almost killed me just because I added 3 extra reps to each exercise.
I could say yoga is most rejuvenating but today's yoga flow made me realize my hamstrings were rawer than a living cow and to say the I went moo with every fold and aasan would be a statement most beguiling.
towards the end my body was one with my exercise mat and wild horses wouldn't drag me away while I calmed down and swam out of the puddle that was my sweat.
And oh, in a fit of virtuous rage I cooked some porridge complete with bananas, chia seeds, soy milk and nuts..ooh..it tasted like yesterdays newspaper.
So no. I'm in no mood to party.
If anything I'm going to calmly relearn how one walks without looking like a lopsided giraffe with a bad case of gravitational meltdown.
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