I am reading this book and it blows me away. It's called The Answers by Catherine Lacey. This is how you write a book! It is a page turner, but it is still literature. It is literature and it is still a page turner. I visited my family on Sunday and took the book with me. I went to work on Monday and I took the book with me. It is so well written, I cannot believe it. I sent the publisher a message, saying that whoever discovered this author and/or this manuscript, should get a big bonus and a raise.
On Monday I didn't practice. I went to see a rock 'n roll concert on Sunday with my dad. Before the concert we had dinner and I drank wine. At that point I knew I was going to skip practice on Monday. Alcohol and late night guitars don't mix with my Ashtanga Practice. But I figured it was fine and that a night out with my (old!) daddy is much more special than a daily yoga practice. And that going to this concert with him is something I will remember for the rest of my life and that I cannot remember every single practice I've had.
So much for the excuses.
The concert was really good. Lead singer Barry Hay was born in 1948 so he will be 70 this year! Speaking about old. I looked at this guy at the stage and of that age, still performing and looking fit and standing straight. I wondered what his secret is. As a rock 'n roll star I imagine he drank (or drinks) a lot, maybe did some drugs back in the days and had a lot of sex. Is it that if you do your own thing that you can stay young and 'fresh' and fit?
But he also must have a healthy side to him otherwise he wouldn't be in this shape.
On Monday I stayed in bed until 7, got up and did sun salutations and the last three finishing postures of the Ashtanga practice. I told myself this was I practice too.
The rest of the day I felt shitty. I felt sweaty and unclean, tired and grumpy, even though I had a fun night out (and a shower in the morning).
I was glad to return to the shala on Tuesday morning. When the teacher helped me with Utthita Hasta Padangusthasana he asked: 'Did you practice yesterday?' I felt like a kid who skipped school.
'Only sun salutations at home,' I answered.
'That's better than nothing,' he said. I felt the guilt pouring out of my body.
After practice we ran into each other.
'Were you sick yesterday?' he asked.
'No, I went to see a concert on Sunday night.'
He asked which band played and how it was. I felt relieved.
On Wednesday I had my birthday. It still went to the shala at 6 to do my practice. To practice feels so much better than not to practice. That's my secret. That's my answer.