I woke up at 5:07 a.m. and panicked. My alarm hadn’t gone off. I didn’t hear the water running, so my daughter wasn’t in the shower. I flung open her door, told her to take a quick shower because it was 5:07. She said, “Okay.” morning person that she is. Then said, “It’s only 5:07. Don’t I usually get up at 5:45?
I didn’t do my workout yesterday since I was home alone. I told myself I might have a heart attack and nobody would be there to miss me. This morning I modified my treadmill workout to a fast walk at a medium incline while I read Ladies Home Journal.
I then watched the Dalai Lama explain meditation. Except my mind kept wandering because it was too hard to follow his rambling English. I think he was trying to say that analytical meditation was better than the other kind. I figured he meant concentrating on your angst and that didn’t appeal to me. I stuck with him for twenty minutes, then decided I had better things to fill my time with, like getting the laundry going again. I would prefer to read a translation of his teachings rather than suffer through his poor English. All due respect, kind sir that he is.
This DVD isn't for a beginning Yoga student. I got light headed when the blood pooled under me in my legs and had to come out of a position early. I'll be shuffling this one to the end of my workout DVDs.
