November 11 -- RIP VMA

Well, today is the one year anniversary of the death of my mother.  She died in the early hours of the morning, around 4:00.  So I awoke this morning at about 4:15 to a fairly good sized earthquake -- I laughed about it and thought it was my mom letting me know she can still shake me out of bed.  Apparently she was pretty adamant about me getting the message -- we had two more good sized rockers in that hour.  

This morning was like most, another class at 8:30, but we were told we'd have an extra half hour off before lecture began this afternoon.  So I took the opportunity to swim in the ocean, which had a strange and fierce tidal pull.  Didn't stay in long, I could tell it was making me tired and not rejuvenating like usual.   Went for a swim in the pool and then came back to the room to talk with Bob via skype.  

Caught a very late lunch, in fact I missed the gratis lunch in the Chula Vista restaurant and instead got a sandwich in the hotel deli.  Just managed to take the last bite before I went into the lecture room, and so when they told us to change into yoga clothes and meet in the studio, I got a little nervous.  Turns out we spent afternoon lecture time in a new kind of posture clinic, and those who wanted to practice, got to go up on the big dais and deliver three postures.  We all had to do the postures, and on a full stomach, I thought I was going to hurl.  Didn't, but others did, and then we got a short break and returned for our evening class.  So I'm going to say that I'll have done 100 classes during this trip (the effort put into that hot room for 2.5 hours this afternoon certainly counts as a class), and now I'm at 94 and have a balance of 6.  I really hope we won't do that again, but I'm not going to cross my fingers.  Started to get that electrolyte headache in the third class of the day, but got through it with minimal damage.  

A lot of people here are in a foul mood, for a number of reasons, but mostly I think they want to go home.  People are tired, they are starting to look gaunt and unhealthy, and I think by the end of this, some might be on the verge of homicide -- roommates look out!  I am very grateful that I had the opportunity to get my own room, the women especially seem to be completely fed up with those whom they share a bathroom.  

So, a bowl of soup and another Bikram lecture.  Again, no fingers crossed, but I'm hoping that we'll get out fairly early.  

3 more days and counting.  

Love Lucille