Saturday, August 28, 2004
temperature madness
Of all my summer days, yesterday might not have been the most exciting, happy, neat, adventurous..but it was one i would like to remember because i thoroughly enjoyed it.
10:15am: Rolling over to complete silence and only the sound of my fan, i realise my house is totally empty and i just slept in to the latest time i had all summer. Satisfied with my sleep, i check the weather to discover a beautiful day outside just waiting for me..
11:00am: the day is moving slow and i am content simply drawing and making a few necklaces while listening to KMHD, the jazz station...
12:00pm: stuck in traffic and then three wrong turns later, ryan louie and I are on our way off to a stop we dont even know how to get to but have a definate destination in mind...
2:00pm: running, jumping, climbing and diving over and off the rocks surrounding Jones Creek. The place was compeltely deserted and the only noises were the ones made from the water rushing against the pebbles on the bottom of the creek. I felt like i was in a jungle, totally surrounded by trees and water, just running to keep up with nobody. Short embraces, terrifying jumps, and water colder than fresh snow runoff, my heart didn't take one rest . Me gasping for breath each time i dove into the deep water, i felt the compression of the cold on my luings, my head, my heart, soon to be warmed by a special someone and a cute pup....
4:00pm: traveled back and into the comforts of a warm blanket and a soft cuddle, my hair dripped with wetness that smelt almost liek a perfume to me. The smell in the car reminded me of organic rice cakes and tea....something beautiful, something natural.
6:30pm: Now inside a small, dimly lit wooden studio, i remove my shoes and take note to the pictures and statues of Budha and Bikram, and the scent of warm pine. I remove my shoes and a nice man in nothing but mini spandex and carrying a baby shows us (andrea and I) to a dressing room. Learned of our novice status, floods of advice come from the changing women: "first time eh?" "just try to stay in the room the entire time" "don't stand in the back two corners, that's where it is hottest""when you get nausius, just relax on your mat and pretend your on a beach in the sun"....this sounds more like a mental excercise than anything else..
7:40pm: Quickly realizing this is not a 60 minute class, my body twists and turns out of uncomfort on my towel on my mat. I try to deep breathe and focus on the slowly rotating fans above my head that are not for cooling purposes but rather spreading the heat that lays on my body like a thick blanket. The yogi is instructing the rest of the class through their hira-nashna-iba-something-or-other but i can't help but focus on the state of my body. Fingers pruned from my own sweat, i discover every square inch of my body secreting enough sweat to bathe a small child. I once looked behind me because i swear someone had squirted me with water because only that explains the drip constantly running off my nose and lips. No longer salty because my body has completely detoxified itself, i drink my own sweat becuase it is cooler than my water that has now heated up close to the room temperature...105...106....107...
7:50pm: Total and complete relaxation. I can finish out the class with the final breathing excercizes. My body feels so clean, so healthy, so real...so hot.
8:15pm: The wind blows on my face through a slight crack in the window but it is too cold to handle becuase my body is soaked.
10:30pm: Lost in Vernonia...Can't find the exchange point 23...just keep driving....
2:00am: Counting the minutes, Neil and I joke to try and pass the time. Directing drivers, laughing at people, drinking hot-cocoa, and playing games of flashlight tag, the night crawls into the wee-morning hours. We have concured that next year we will make our own Hood-to_coast team.
4:00am: I slowly retire into my bed that i left 18 hours ago and into the comfort of my down pillow. Still chilled from the coast mist, i fall asleep with my sweatshirt, sweatpants, and socks on trying to keep warm......what a wonderful day.
¶ 12:17 PM
10:15am: Rolling over to complete silence and only the sound of my fan, i realise my house is totally empty and i just slept in to the latest time i had all summer. Satisfied with my sleep, i check the weather to discover a beautiful day outside just waiting for me..
11:00am: the day is moving slow and i am content simply drawing and making a few necklaces while listening to KMHD, the jazz station...
12:00pm: stuck in traffic and then three wrong turns later, ryan louie and I are on our way off to a stop we dont even know how to get to but have a definate destination in mind...
2:00pm: running, jumping, climbing and diving over and off the rocks surrounding Jones Creek. The place was compeltely deserted and the only noises were the ones made from the water rushing against the pebbles on the bottom of the creek. I felt like i was in a jungle, totally surrounded by trees and water, just running to keep up with nobody. Short embraces, terrifying jumps, and water colder than fresh snow runoff, my heart didn't take one rest . Me gasping for breath each time i dove into the deep water, i felt the compression of the cold on my luings, my head, my heart, soon to be warmed by a special someone and a cute pup....
4:00pm: traveled back and into the comforts of a warm blanket and a soft cuddle, my hair dripped with wetness that smelt almost liek a perfume to me. The smell in the car reminded me of organic rice cakes and tea....something beautiful, something natural.
6:30pm: Now inside a small, dimly lit wooden studio, i remove my shoes and take note to the pictures and statues of Budha and Bikram, and the scent of warm pine. I remove my shoes and a nice man in nothing but mini spandex and carrying a baby shows us (andrea and I) to a dressing room. Learned of our novice status, floods of advice come from the changing women: "first time eh?" "just try to stay in the room the entire time" "don't stand in the back two corners, that's where it is hottest""when you get nausius, just relax on your mat and pretend your on a beach in the sun"....this sounds more like a mental excercise than anything else..
7:40pm: Quickly realizing this is not a 60 minute class, my body twists and turns out of uncomfort on my towel on my mat. I try to deep breathe and focus on the slowly rotating fans above my head that are not for cooling purposes but rather spreading the heat that lays on my body like a thick blanket. The yogi is instructing the rest of the class through their hira-nashna-iba-something-or-other but i can't help but focus on the state of my body. Fingers pruned from my own sweat, i discover every square inch of my body secreting enough sweat to bathe a small child. I once looked behind me because i swear someone had squirted me with water because only that explains the drip constantly running off my nose and lips. No longer salty because my body has completely detoxified itself, i drink my own sweat becuase it is cooler than my water that has now heated up close to the room temperature...105...106....107...
7:50pm: Total and complete relaxation. I can finish out the class with the final breathing excercizes. My body feels so clean, so healthy, so real...so hot.
8:15pm: The wind blows on my face through a slight crack in the window but it is too cold to handle becuase my body is soaked.
10:30pm: Lost in Vernonia...Can't find the exchange point 23...just keep driving....
2:00am: Counting the minutes, Neil and I joke to try and pass the time. Directing drivers, laughing at people, drinking hot-cocoa, and playing games of flashlight tag, the night crawls into the wee-morning hours. We have concured that next year we will make our own Hood-to_coast team.
4:00am: I slowly retire into my bed that i left 18 hours ago and into the comfort of my down pillow. Still chilled from the coast mist, i fall asleep with my sweatshirt, sweatpants, and socks on trying to keep warm......what a wonderful day.
¶ 12:17 PM
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Wow, what an exiting day! I already mentioned this to you, but I as well was at Jones Creek yesterday. It was a real blast. How unfortunate that we didn't find each other. Well, maybe it was unfortunate.. Haha. Anyhow, I didn't know you were into yoga and that spiritual cleansing thing. Tell me how it goes. Anyhow, you're now my down balla, so keep it pharrelll. =)
Well i love yoga and meditating but dont get me wrong, the only true peace i get is from God. I just like how physically calming it is and i love to sweat out anything toxic in my system. Cleansing physically, but not enough spiritually for me.
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