I’m back after my epic holiday, still feeling remarkably relaxed, and basking in the classic post Christmas slow time at the gym. Most of my clients are still taking it easy, so I only had three sessions yesterday, and two today. Next week is almost back to full strength, so it’s luxurious to have quiet time to come home to.
I have many things to do and little inclination to do them (tax return, paperwork, various other hideous chores), so I’ve decided to give myself the rest of this week, then get back to real life on Monday. Miss M is still in Hobart for two weeks, and it’s a strange feeling to know she won’t be around today, or even tomorrow (and so on). She’s having a blast, and I don’t think she’s missing home at all - which is exactly as it should be. I’m having to direct all my maternal urges at Mr Dog and Pilchen - the former loves it, the latter just wants me to give her more food.
I started my time back in Melbourne doing two mornings of a retreat at the Melbourne Buddhist Centre. These are probably the last yoga classes to be taught there by Ian, before he moves to new premises, so it was auspicious, as well as fabulous. This morning I woke up at 4.30am and thought “I need to sleep, so I won’t go”. I turned my alarm off, then heard a bird outside my window chirping “Just do it, just do it”. Apart from obviously working undercover for Nike, the bird spurred me to get out of bed, for which I’ll be eternally grateful. But let it go on record that if I hear that bird tomorrow morning, I’ll have a different slant on the matter.
It’s hot outside, and my body is feeling slightly rusty from nine days of doing nothing but reading, so I’m debating whether to catch a tram to work later this afternoon. I adjusted the brakes on my bike yesterday, but sadly it doesn’t help with cooling. Next week the magazine reviews are on again, there are new glossy monthlies to delight in, and This Week’s Top Five will be back with new years avengeance. So stay tuned, because there are excellent health tips coming up for anyone who feels like they’ve indulged too much in Christmas spirit, and I am definitely one of them.
Today I’m loving: the wonderful Dr Love, who has encouraged me to follow my passion, and the gorgeous Russian (male) tennis player who I have a major crush on.