I need to leave my house at 5:00AM in order to start my work shift at 6:00AM. I get up get up at 4:00AM , Monday through Thursday, to ride on my Nordic Track for 5 songs. (about 20 minutes) I’ve made a great playlist shuffling through all the upbeat songs to wake me up and spur me on.
I have managed to carve out some time, to do some of the exercises I was doing during my three week furlough, as I had blogged here: https://coyotemonster.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/an-old-stretcher/.
One month later, I’m starting to see a difference. It’s subtle, but gratifying. I’m still not up to my all time best, going two “miles” in 20 minutes, but I’ve advanced from 1.1 miles to 1.4.
One night, I stayed up rather late, considering my early alarm and John suggested I move the time back to 4:30. I refused, saying that would be the beginning of the end. Most of the time, I stick to my sleep schedule out of a desire to be a safe driver and a good worker.
A salesman came to our house and I mentioned yoga as an aid to quit smoking. It’s my belief that smokers relax with their cigarettes because of the deep inhales and exhales, such as you do during yoga. I’ve read that the nicotine in cigarettes actually restrict your blood vessels, causing your body to work harder to perform its normal functions. How is that relaxing?
Frank asked if John did yoga with me, and I casually said, “He has no discipline.” I often blurt out harsh assessments without thinking and this was most certainly one of those instances. Luckily John is very indulgent and thick skinned (and forgetful ;)…) so I doubt he remembers the incident.
When I think of discipline, I think of the Flaming Lips song, Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots
Her name is Yoshimi\ She has a black belt in karate\ Working for the city\ She has to discipline her body
How do you feel about the word, discipline? Does it bring up feelings of resistance or defeat? Maybe you instantly relate it to children. Or do you embrace it?