I won't be practicing tomorrow. Let's beat the thought out of my head right now that ingesting the following:

- mhmmm... 7 glasses of wine (I'm not buzzed really!)
- french fries
- beef
- Dagoba roseberry chocolate (4 pieces)
- a single coconut shrimp

can't possibly enable one to get up at 5 am and practice. I'd be in sane... right?

Today was a long day.... all meetings.. all day. It started out pretty cool thought. I got up super early and had a shot of espresso which I put through the water part of the coffee maker in the room at The Westin. Then I fell back asleep in bed. How can one have a double shot and fall asleep?

I did make it to practice, however. While I enjoy the experience of going to other studios, you're always out of your element. It's just not the same meditational experience when you're "at home." I pretty much got left completely alone my entire practice. Until Kapotasana.

I did Kapotasana... no one was around when I put my hands to my heart in an effort to convince myself that, much to my disbelief, the ground would really be there when my hands reached it and, more importantly, my torso wouldn't split in half if I moved my head in a bit. It was super hot and sweaty in there so I was pretty open... I was pretty surrprised when I came up and, seemingly, out of nowhere the teacher was standing in front of me. He said "Wanna try that again?" When I went to go back he attempted to get me back to my heels before coming head down... I moaned... I explained in something pathetic whinger imitation that it hurt too much through the chest. What chest? Anyway, I went down head first and he helped me walk my hands in... I actually grazed my heels. I was so freaked out when I felt the dead callous skin there that I grunted and completely freaked mentally...and that was it... I completely had to back off them... I thought I was certainly going to die if I didn't stop it right then and there.

I actually debated doing Supta V after Kapotasana. I didn't feel "worthy" to have been moved onto the next pose. I want to say to my teacher "what the hell are you thinking?" Yet, I sorta feel, in some deeper sense of feeling, that there's a purpose to the rhyme or reason. In fact, this one little act of student - teacher relationship has taught me something really deep about myself that is too deep to really discuss in my blog. Like "Ah, that's what I'm supposed to find." Maybe that's just the 6th glass of wine?

I did 9 wonderful backbends...

I spent the entire rest of my day at work...

I wore a short (above knee length) skirt and 3.5" inch heels.. I was self-consious all day.

I finished Shadow of the Wind... I first heard about it on V's blog... I was worried about the Spanish translation but, in the end, it was leant to me by someone who is equally obsessed with books as I am... that book rocked. It has to be one of the most exciting novels I've read in a long time.

Next on the book list, The Ramayana..

and maybe another tattoo.