I slept well last night. Long, deep sleep kept me tucked in the bed for hours. I got up at 5 am. It was raining. I drove to see my pal Kenny. We shared a cup of coffee and laughed. I drove home and got ready for the 6 am yoga practice.
Kim and I walked in the rain to Liberation. We got to the mat. I realized - quite quickly - this was going to hurt.
Every move highlighted the vestigial pain from yesterday's workout.
Yes it hurt. It's hurt all goddamn day. But - somehow - it feels amazing.