6th Practice in 7 Days

I actually feel really good right now.  I had a quick bite to eat at home after my Bikram Yoga practice tonight.  Took a nice shower and headed for bed.  I feel a bit slow and sore behind my right upper hamstring, but that is about it.

I was so happy that Elizabeth wanted to go again today.  It was her second time this week and my 6th in 7 days.  I felt stronger in my practice tonight, which is what I was shooting for.  I was also trying to stay more focused.

The room didn’t feel as hot tonight.  I think that was because the fans were on a little higher than normal.  It felt good though and I have no complaints.

At the end of our practice and during our final savasinna Jon, our instructor, read us his favorite poem.  He said that Bikram’s Wife read it during one of her sessions…

Rudyard Kipling
If 

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

I look forward to going back tomorrow.  🙂

xo

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