The Stars Weren't Aligned, I Swear.

Sunday February 6th: Superbowl Sunday, also known locally as the day I promised myself (and my four followers) that I would try yoga for the first time.  I thought it would be a great thing to try after all the excitement that is the Superbowl commercials.  Er, I mean, the game.  Really.  I actually care about football.  Yoga is supposed to be relaxing and all that jazz, so it seemed a novel idea to wind down after 12 brownies, 4 cupcakes, half a bag of Chex Mix, and a seventh Superbowl victory for the best football team ever.  I was finally ready, and I was excited to keep my promise for once.

Steelers shirt donned, I took a seat in front of my friend's television to watch my team kick some Cheesehead butt.  Turnover after turnover I watch my "unstoppable" team get beat down.  Three hours later, the biggest game of the year comes to a tragic ending worthy of a Shakespearean drama.  No longer so excited, I return home from the party a pathetic, lifeless creature.  "Maybe the stars weren't aligned properly," I mourned to myself as I trudged upstairs to my room.  I lay down on my bed and stared dejectedly at my ceiling, rendered immobile for at least a half hour in a deep state of depression.  Once I finally felt capable of standing, I showered and went immediately to bed.  So much for yoga.  It's beginning to look hopeless.. Stupid stars.

Confession #1 (I'll Start Tomorrow, I Promise!)

pro·cras·ti·nate [proh-kras-tuh-neyt], verb: to defer action; delay; to put off till another day or time


I couldn't have said it better myself, Webster.  Procrastinate is a verb that pertains just a bit too much to my life.  I tend to put everything off until the last possible minute.  As a matter of fact, I began this blog post January 24th.  And yes, today is February 5th.  Often, this procrastination leads to problems.  However, relevant to this blog, the only problem I can foresee is the lack of anything interesting to say.  This is not a matter of life and death, unless of course you are very easily bored.  Then you (or I) might be in trouble.

So what does procrastination have to do with this blog?  Well, if you'll refer to the blog title (or the interesting subheading), you will notice the word "yoga".  Logically, one would think that this blog would be about yoga, and initially, this was the intent.  Yet each day goes by without even the beginnings of a "yoga journey".  I think about it every day, but by the time I finish my homework each night I can't imagine doing anything but collapsing into bed.

As the weeks drug on, I did begin to feel a change of heart.  I wanted to keep my New Year's Resolution, so I ambitiously declared one Sunday night that I would make time for yoga the following day.  I would finally overcome procrastination and become more flexible while I was at it.

And then it happened.  I was at drumline practice (for those of you who don't know anything about indoor drumline, I basically grab a drum, put it on, and run around with it) minding my own business.  The drumline was rehearsing one of our sets, which was nothing out of the ordinary.  As I was marching to my spot, however, I was brutally attacked by a bass drummer, who had just crashed into my backside (to his credit, the bass drum is so large that he can't see in front of him).  He hit the back of my leg just in the right spot to send my knee shooting upward straight into one of the bolts on the bottom of my snare drum.  I yelped in pain and proceeded through the remainder of practice with an awkward limp.

When I got home, I studied my knee.  Well, I at least studied the nasty purple bruise that had developed on my kneecap.  I stretched out my knee just a little bit and winced.. So much for yoga.

Procrastination again ensued.  This time I told myself that I had an excuse.  I did for about a week.  By now, my knee has healed, and the initial procrastination has reestablished itself.  Unfortunately, I have three blog posts supposedly about yoga with nothing to really show for it.  I have but one sole yoga confession: I'm inherently lazy.