June 28th, 2019 By Chum

The noise of the alarm. The violence of hitting the snooze. The abrupt shift from horizontal to vertical. Whoa.

Scoot. Brush. Change.

That good feeling of sliding into McStretchy Pants. The not-so-good feeling at a whiff of that “clean” gloom time shirt.

Shirt. Must. Change.

Key in the ignition. Breathe. Pull into traffic. Breathe. Avoid the pay-to-players setting up in the parking lot. Breathe. Breathe.

Open. Shut. Arrange.

The air is clear. Humidity. Check. Birds are chirping. Killdeer is running. 0525 and YHC is solo. Are we gonna do this?

Then. Came. Silas.

We are gonna do this Broga thing.

Then. Came. Nimbus.

Definitely doing this Broga thing today.

Find an even spot. Roll out a mat. Stand at one end and get even. Even feet. Even legs. Even Hips, Shoulders and eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Then came the bending. The stretching. More breathing. Then more bending. More stretching. More breathing. And the sunrise. The beautiful sunrise. Takes the breath away. Breathe. Recover.

Listen to your body. Find out where it hurts. Where it can go. If it gives real pain. Stop. Back down and come at it again later. One side will hurt more than the other. Seek even. Seek long. Breathe. This isn’t a race. This isn’t a contest.

This is the weirdest backblast YHC has ever written.

 

Broga McStretchy Pants

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