I did yoga today. I've done it before, say, seven or eight times. I like it fine enough. I think it's very good for you. I last did it a long while ago, I'll guess ten years or so.
From those long ago lessons I learned a lot and include some pieces of what I learned in my daily exercise, and I'd even say, every day life. So, yeah, yoga works for me, anyway. I'd recommend it for anyone. Why? Here's one reason. At the end today the instructor instructed us instructees to lay flat, and relax.
Relax everything. I tried, and to a great degree succeeded, because during the final minute of rest before the end of class, I felt and smelt spring in the air. True. Do yoga is my two cents. No matter who you are.
Today's yoga also acted as a gauge for me to the affirmative that consistent disciplined work I put in to eating healthfully (not too much is also key) and exercising every damn day, has helped elevate my fitness. I was able to do the class without struggling. I literally felt fitness and broccoli working within my muscles and cells. That might not seem like a big deal, but, well, I'd say, at least it reminded me once again booze, chips, and drugs suck. Don't do them. Period. I mean, period.
Run, don't run to the pill aisle, run to yoga. This, from a non-yoga devotee. I'm not sure when I'll do it again.
My tad bit older buddies mentioned I'd too need reading glasses near, at, or just past age 50. I didn't doubt them, even if at age 49 and younger I couldn't see fuzzy if I tried. I'd test my eyes, seeing how soon I'd see a road sign, and it always turned out I could see the sign soon, miles away. I had a full-out eye exam at forty-eight that saw my eyes score better than twenty-twenty. The eye guy said so. He also said in a year, if not shortly beyond, I'd probably need seeing assistance to read. You know, my buddies and the doc, they were all right. And not just right, they were perfectly right, like right on, like, half a year before age 50 I started noticing my eyes lagging in a few ranges when it came to re-adjusting from viewing close-up small details to far-away grand scale scenes. I'll be dang. On the money, like clock work, the ole peepers are starting to give. A sure reminder that, along with all the living I'm doing, I'm slowly, steadily, dying.
Had my truck detailed at Heritage Ford. There's a guy been detailing down there for 30 years. Son of a cuss. There's an entire column right there I'll have to roll out some day. Anyway, when they wash the carpet, shampoo is the proper term; they lift the floor mats off and stack them on the back seat so the carpet will dry faster. When I got home I took the back seat floor mats out and set them in the bed of my truck and left the tailgate open. I don't know why really, I think I remember I didn't want the mats laying on my seats over night. I'm particular about the interior of my rigs. The next time I drove I forgot the mats were in the bed and they went swirling out, off and into who knows what, at who knows what mile marker of which highway. I loved those mats. They were strong rugged sexy sons a bitches. So I went today and ordered some new ones.
All this to say-I like penny gum machines. They're quarter gum machines these days, but the price matters not, what matters is that the procedure you work to get the gum, is the same as when I was a kid; drop the coin in the slot, slide the lever to the right, wait for the gum to trickle out of the shoot and into your cupped palm. That little action there is what keeps me coming back for more gum machine gum. That, and I like gum.
Well the car joint has a gum machine, and after ordering my mats on my way toward the door to leave, I took a detour and walked around a stack of four tires to the gum machine, dropped a coin in the slot, passed the level over and fro, and happily received the seven or eight pieces of gum into the palm of my right hand.
As I turned to leave, I noticed on the front of the machine a photo of Jerry Lewis advertising his Muscular Dystrophy Telethon. I said to anyone near enough to hear, "He's still doing that? Damn them kids must be old."