So I think it's fair to say that with all my indulgence (which I have very much enjoyed) this past month, I have needed a solid ass-kicking. I think this month will give me exactly that, and I love it.
Yesterday we began our surfing and yoga classes. At 2:30, we went to the beach for two hours of surfing fun...or waves kicking our asses repeatedly, whatever. It went a little something like this: Fight the waves until you get to the surf instructor, climb on the board, clinging to the edges for dear life, get pushed into the wave, attempt to stand (or not), fail, grab the board and do it all over again. For two hours. I mean, I kind of enjoyed the physically arduous task of getting tossed around helplessly for two hours...err...masochistic? Maybe. Needless to say, I did not gracefully stand up on the board and ride a beautiful Costa Rican wave as of yet, but what's the rush? We have a whole month!
An hour and a half after, we enter yoga class one, complete with jelly-like limbs from our previous debacle. I don't know which was more taxing, the physical exhaustion from trying to contort my body in vinyassa poses for an hour and a half, or the mental exhaustion from trying to reach a meditative state as mosquitoes eat my body alive. Next time, I will lather my body in bug spray.
And today, we do it all over again. I have to say, there is something gloriously relaxing about spending a month doing physically draining activities...They keep you focused in the present and don't give your mind the downtime necessary to obsess over anything remotely stressful or draining.
All in all, I could get used to this.
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