I woke up and felt very awake. So it had to be almost 5.30 AM. I could not wait to jump out of bed into my yoga pants and race to the shala. I wanted to move, every cell in my body felt energetic. I wanted to do Mary D again on both sides, by myself.
I stood up and grabbed my phone. 3.21 AM.
I crawled on the couch with my pillow and a blanket. I fell back asleep. I dreamed I had some kind of electric wings so I could fly in the air. When the alarm woke me I realised I had never before dreamed about flying. I believe dreaming that you can fly means you are a free thinker. I was getting there!
I got to the studio. In the hallway I met P. He recently got into Ashtanga, before he was only into Jivamukti. At first he thought Ashtanga was not for him, he missed the music and he felt like he had to do everything by himself. But now the Ashtanga virus has caught him and I see him every morning.
'Where were you last week?' He asked.
'I was sick,' I answered. 'The flu.'
'Poor bastard,' he said. 'Thank God you are here now. Enjoy your practice.'
I did. I enjoyed my practice. I was already somewhat stiffer, I could feel my muscles being a bit sore from yesterday's practice. But I still benefited from my little weight loss. I could do Mary D. by myself, on both sides. The teacher saw it and said:
I wanted to tell him my little secret. That it was because of losing a few pounds that suddenly I was able to do this binding pose myself. But I kept it to myself.