Namaste, Shamaste

I know some people really have a hard time motivating themselves to exercise. For me, it's more about finding the time. The motivation is always there. In fact, if I do not run, ride or struggle through at least 20 chatarangas a day, I am a very grumpy person. Our schedule lately has been nuts. Between trying to fit in ballet classes, preparing for Christmas, taking care of the mounting maintenance issues around the house and running a business, exercise is hard to come by.

Due to my recent subsequent grumpiness, my husband has been reminding me that my yoga studio has a 6am class. I am well aware. I just cannot stand mornings. It's been too cold here to run or ride, so this morning I rallied. When the alarm went off at 5:30, I tried to convince myself to stay in bed. But, knowing how I would feel at 3pm, without having exercised, I got up and got going.

It just seems unnatural to me to drive to yoga in the dark. It's so much easier in the summertime, when you can at least feel hopeful that the sun is peaking over the horizon. When I finally make it to my mat, I recall a time, a few months back, when I laid on my back to wait for class to start. Fifteen minutes into Sun Salutation A, I woke up and realized that I was indeed in yoga class...and I was indeed just asleep. This morning, I grabbed some weights and tried to get my blood flowing to shake off the sleepiness (I wasn't going to let that happen again!).

As always, I felt so much better after profusely sweating for an hour (and before 7am!). My goal is to make it to 6am yoga just once or twice a week this winter. With 2 or 3 afternoon classes, I should be a happy camper. Should I slack, I'm sure my husband will be there with a cheerful reminder, "You know, there is a 6am class tomorrow." Ugh.