The alarm sounded fifteen minutes into my walk. An early morning stroll through Bomb City is oddly pleasant. Brick lined streets. Gnarly trees. Sunlight just starting to seep out of the eastern horizon. Walking, for me, is a necessary practice. Most days I find time to get at least two miles in. Some days, I skip. Most days, I find the time. Today was one of those days.
I snuck back into the airbnb after a calming four miles. Sun not quite up, but sky light and promising. The travel yoga towel was stretched out on bare hardwood. I moved it to the rug and took a comfortable seat.
I set a mindfulness timer for 30 minutes and moved my way through an hour's worth of poses.
Yoga has become an integral part of my days. If I get into the evening hours without taking in a practice, I find myself seeking any opportunity to exit the social and find my mat. The movement stills my mind. The movement wakens my muscles. The movement is so useful.
I have a lot of people to find and chat with today. It feels good to be starting the day with a clear head and a body that's alive with good feelings.
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