For the last hour I have been craving cake. It’s not like I eat cake all the time. I don’t have a cake habit like I have a coke habit. My body has hit some weird space where it wants cake. I am thisclose to feeding it cake. It will be a non-vegan cake.
Tonight’s meal was a creamy baked potato soup. Mark made it and said it was relatively easy to make. Note that he added a lot to give it more flavor so you may want to add spices to suit your taste. Do you know what’s on top of my soup? More potatoes. That’s what the recipe called for. It may seem a bit redundant, but it worked well. This recipe is a keeper.
Before I got to have the yummy soup I had to take class. Class tonight was rough. When I say it was rough I mean the instructor actually checked on me to make sure I was ok. It didn’t start out bad. It started out great! I felt wonderful when class started. It wasn’t until we hit the floor that things started to spiral down for me – and they spiraled down hard.
Actually, class since this vegan challenge has started has been more on the difficult side than the normal or easy going side. I am not saying it has anything to do with being vegan for a week now. I have no idea. I’m just pointing it out. I also had my period going on at the same time as the challenge started and class during that time is no cake walk, but at this point my menstrual cycle is not the issue.
I want to comment on the whole having a bad class thing. First, I think it’s interesting that after a rought class I wanted a soda. Now I don’t want a soda. Now I am on a vegan challenge and I want cake. Please offer your interpretations in the comments section.
Second, I think bad classes are normal and important to have, and I think it’s important as a competitor to have them out in the open. The last thing that I want anyone to think is that being a competitor somehow means you have to be super human. Nope. We have bad classes. We lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling tiles and count our breathes in the hope that this will make time go by faster. We have classes that are just as bad as everyone else. Those happen to everyone.
I say this because recently I’ve had people, who don’t go to yoga, ask me questions about what I can and cannot do. I have started to learn that people have beliefs about what they think my practice should be like even though they themselves do not practice. A few days ago, a doctoral student knocked on my office door. She was looking for my colleague whose in the office next door. My colleague wasn’t in her office. She was in mine. We were taking a backbending break. If you move furniture around, you can make get multiple people bending in my office at once.
The student wanted to know why I couldn’t go backwards down the wall all the way to the floor. That was an interesting statement to me because I was in the middle of celebrating the fact that I could see the electrical outlet which is very near to the floor. I was a bit confused at her question. I was like, “I don’t know. Because I can’t. That’s why. This is how far I go now. Today.” Also, let’s be honest. Getting to the floor is not the purpose. Simply backbending is the purpose. The quest for the floor is a false quest. Trust me. I’ve been on that quest. Know what happens? You get frustrated and quit. Then you figure out it was a false quest and start up again without making the whole thing a quest. This makes backbending more enjoyable.
This brings me back to having a bad class. Bad classes are good for our egos. They keep us in line. You might think that there comes a point in time when you don’t have to have them anymore, but I am pretty sure that’s not true. They will always surface. We are all just in a different place moving together on our journey through a shared space. We all fall. We all pick each other back up. We keep going. That’s yoga.