So, lazy day.

After late evening flights, we came back home at 1:30 am—not ideal, but sometimes life gets in the way and this was the least bad option for us.

I had no aspirations for Saturday; I knew I'd be tired, with poor sleep, in a new place and in timezones/extended winter light at this time of the year messing with me.

Woke up with headache at 10-something. After a liter of water or more, some light stretches, breakfast and coffee it still wouldn't go away. Paracetamol incoming.

Anyway, a subsequent reading session in the sofa later (among other things, reading @iamSINGLE 's great yoga post, #846316) I felt—like one usually does after having done jack shit all day—like a stiff sack of potatoes, riddled with bodily pain and plenty of annoyance.

Ok fine, I said to myself, I will roll out the mat and do one brief round of whole-body stretch. Just that little bit; enough for today.

But the mind is trixy, the body getting the hang of it before the mind does. Sometimes I wonder if the body just knows what we need, pushing us there before we realize it (whatever the "we" is that's consciously realizing things)

Before I knew it, I had done a few sun salutations. Body felt fine, after all; let's do some more. Then might as well do some push-ups... oh, Oka, we can hit #100pushups today.

And that's how it's done, even on days we reeeeally don't want to.

Get your ass to yoga class, etc... and everything else follows.

Happy Saturday everyone