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July 13, 2006

Did Anyone Get the License Plate On the Truck That Ran Over Me

While I was sleeping last night?

I should start at the beginning. Two days ago (Tuesday), I dutifully got up at 5:30am and went to yoga. The instructor was on vacation, so the head of the wellness program at the University was supposed to teach. Only she thought the instructor was going to be back. Both women were out of town. Fortunately, one of the trainers in the building at that time is also certified to teach yoga and does on Monday nights.

I suspect her class is called Boot Camp Yoga.

I have never done such vigorous sun salutations. Ever. Nor have I ever felt quite so much like I was working out. I had broken a sweat within the first ten minutes, which is unusual for me. And afterwards, as I walked down the stairs, I had to hold onto the handrail because my thighs felt as though they could barely support me.

Let me clarify. She's good. She knows what she's doing. She started with breathing and ended with stretching and relaxation. Never did I feel compromised. It was just more energetic, more active than any yoga class I'd ever taken before. And it definitely worked me much harder than usual. It was kind of like yogarobics.

So as I'm tottering down the hall, one of my classmates is tottering right after me. And I said to her, "My thighs feel like jello," thinking that maybe it was just me. "No kidding," she said, "I've never felt like this after a yoga class." So I wasn't the only one, apparently.

And then I spent the rest of Tuesday cleaning Dave's office. You think I'm kidding, but he won't recognize it when he gets back. It was a very active sort of cleaning, kind of like the yoga.

Skip forward to yesterday. A bit sore in places from yoga (and also, I suspect, the cleaning). Apparently some of my muscles felt betrayed by the whole "Can you take that lunge deeper? Can you hold Warrior II for another three minutes? Carry that box up and down the stairs twice." thing. I had intended to clean the back porch on Tuesday, but Dave's office was the priority. So Wednesday was all about the back porch.

First, I removed all of the furniture. (One piece belonged on our "character patio" against the fence anyway, so I put it there. It's a rocking bench. Lighter than you'd expect, but still not featherweight.) I broke down all of the cardboard boxes that had been piling up and loaded them into the truck. I either tossed or recycled their contents. I put away things that had places to go. I swept the porch. Then I hosed down all the furniture, top and bottom, front and back. I went inside and closed the windows that faced onto the porch and then I hosed down that part of the house, washing all of the dirt and spiderwebs from the siding. And there was a lot of both. That's the part of the house that takes the brunt of the Palouse winds, and they blow a lot of dirt. So it was pretty nasty. Then I rinsed the porch itself and swept it again wet to get the last of the dirt off it.

While everything was drying, I drove to the recycling center and dumped all the recycling. We had enough cardboard from the back porch to fill one of the big recycling bins about 1/5 of the way and I parked roughly a mile from that particular bin. (Well, maybe not a mile. But all the way at the other end of the parking lot, certainly.) Then I went home and moved everything that was left back onto the porch. There's so much room out there now. It feels almost three times bigger than it did before. It's gorgeous.

That was my Wednesday. And I was so busy with all that, that somewhere in there I forgot to eat lunch. So I had an early dinner, and would have called it a night, but with one thing and another, I didn't get to bed until midnight.

When my alarm went off at 5:30, that's when I realized a truck had driven through my bedroom and run over me while I was sleeping. Everything hurt. I sat up to sort of get my bearings. (It was 5:30am, people! Do you know how early that is?!??) I woke up again a couple of minutes later. That's right. Woke up. I had fallen asleep sitting up.

I did not go to yoga after that. I promised myself I would do a workout that would be every bit as vigorous as Tuesday's had been, only later in the day. And then I went back to sleep. This time, I lay down first, though.

Posted by sally at July 13, 2006 09:01 AM

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