I am glad that Tuesday is only once a week
Oct. 3rd, 2017 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kareinaI managed to go to bed fairly early last night--I had done my workout, duolingo Swedish practice, dulcimer playing, and yoga earlier in the day, and took my Archaeology literature reading to bed just before 22:30, and 15 minutes later turned out the lights.
This morning I woke before my dawn light even turned on; started my morning situps at 04:49, did an hour workout starting at 05:12. Was at the office before 07:30, and worked six and three-quarter hours. Then I biked home (in the rain) and promptly turned the bread sponge I had started last night into dough. I broke off a small piece straight away, and while the rest of the dough was rising rolled it out, filled it with the yummy green sauce I made on Saturday from the silverbeet and kale I harvested from the garden (along with almond milk and garlic), and baked the pocket without letting it rise, as I was hungry. Once I had eaten that the dough had softened up enough to start work on the rest. I baked the first dozen green-sauce filled rolls, and while they were baking shaped the second dozen. However, by then it was almost 16:30 and time for Phire practice. Since I had promised to meet E. for acroyoga practice I put the second try of rolls in the fridge, rescued the first tray from the oven, and put the remaining bread dough and green sauce into the fridge.
We had much fun with acroyoga practice. At first it was just E. and I, but then C. joined us, so we took turns who was base and who got to fly. Then one of the new boys, A. came in, and we got him to join us too. (The others were practicing with staff, or poi, or juggling in the other room.) The new boy had a fairly recent leg injury which meant he couldn't be the base for the lay on your back poses and hold someone on your upraised feet, but he had no problems flying, and in being the base for standing poses. After a bit our session was briefly interrupted so that the ones who will be flying south to perform in a talent show could discuss details. Since I am not part of that project I did some yoga, and A., who is also not in that project did some hand-stand practice. I long to be as strong and well balanced as he is, and I am getting there, but have miles to go to achieve his level: He can bend over, put his hands on the floor, then lift both feet off the ground at once, legs straight, and pull them overhead to a handstand that is so stable he may as well be on his feet. After a while of holding it he did the splits, and other body movement, always clearly 100% in control, never looking like he could fall. Eventually he returned to his feet.
After practice E. and I went back to my house, where she looked at an embroidery book while I finished up the baking (to save time I did the rest of the bread dough as plain rolls, which is good, since I was out of bread rolls in the freezer, anyway), and pulled the last tray out of the oven just as it was time to head out the door for gymnastics class. We arrived exactly on time, and both noticed just how very tired we were, but we were both stubborn enough to stick it out for the full two hours, trying everything, with varying levels of success. While neither of us could do the practice sequence from the tall bar, we were able to go to the low bar and help one another with the swinging legs up and over the bar. After a few tries I actually managed to achieve the last task on my own--hanging from the bar, with my legs straight out forward in pike position. While I am very aware of how much further ahead of me the others in the group are, it is clear that I am making steady progress.
On the way home I also did some grocery shopping, since E. lives so close to the bigger store that I am so fond of, and it is open till 23:00, so the fact that we didn't leave gymnastics till 22:15 isn't a problem.
Since arriving home I have dealt with the baked goods, played some dulcimer, tidied up a bit in the kitchen, did my 1000 words of archaeological reading, and spent a bit of time laying on a lacross ball, putting pressure into the tight muscles in my bottom. Now I will go do a bit more yoga (because I need it after today!), probably lay on that ball again, and then get some, by now very much needed, sleep. But hey, it is only 20 after midnight...
This morning I woke before my dawn light even turned on; started my morning situps at 04:49, did an hour workout starting at 05:12. Was at the office before 07:30, and worked six and three-quarter hours. Then I biked home (in the rain) and promptly turned the bread sponge I had started last night into dough. I broke off a small piece straight away, and while the rest of the dough was rising rolled it out, filled it with the yummy green sauce I made on Saturday from the silverbeet and kale I harvested from the garden (along with almond milk and garlic), and baked the pocket without letting it rise, as I was hungry. Once I had eaten that the dough had softened up enough to start work on the rest. I baked the first dozen green-sauce filled rolls, and while they were baking shaped the second dozen. However, by then it was almost 16:30 and time for Phire practice. Since I had promised to meet E. for acroyoga practice I put the second try of rolls in the fridge, rescued the first tray from the oven, and put the remaining bread dough and green sauce into the fridge.
We had much fun with acroyoga practice. At first it was just E. and I, but then C. joined us, so we took turns who was base and who got to fly. Then one of the new boys, A. came in, and we got him to join us too. (The others were practicing with staff, or poi, or juggling in the other room.) The new boy had a fairly recent leg injury which meant he couldn't be the base for the lay on your back poses and hold someone on your upraised feet, but he had no problems flying, and in being the base for standing poses. After a bit our session was briefly interrupted so that the ones who will be flying south to perform in a talent show could discuss details. Since I am not part of that project I did some yoga, and A., who is also not in that project did some hand-stand practice. I long to be as strong and well balanced as he is, and I am getting there, but have miles to go to achieve his level: He can bend over, put his hands on the floor, then lift both feet off the ground at once, legs straight, and pull them overhead to a handstand that is so stable he may as well be on his feet. After a while of holding it he did the splits, and other body movement, always clearly 100% in control, never looking like he could fall. Eventually he returned to his feet.
After practice E. and I went back to my house, where she looked at an embroidery book while I finished up the baking (to save time I did the rest of the bread dough as plain rolls, which is good, since I was out of bread rolls in the freezer, anyway), and pulled the last tray out of the oven just as it was time to head out the door for gymnastics class. We arrived exactly on time, and both noticed just how very tired we were, but we were both stubborn enough to stick it out for the full two hours, trying everything, with varying levels of success. While neither of us could do the practice sequence from the tall bar, we were able to go to the low bar and help one another with the swinging legs up and over the bar. After a few tries I actually managed to achieve the last task on my own--hanging from the bar, with my legs straight out forward in pike position. While I am very aware of how much further ahead of me the others in the group are, it is clear that I am making steady progress.
On the way home I also did some grocery shopping, since E. lives so close to the bigger store that I am so fond of, and it is open till 23:00, so the fact that we didn't leave gymnastics till 22:15 isn't a problem.
Since arriving home I have dealt with the baked goods, played some dulcimer, tidied up a bit in the kitchen, did my 1000 words of archaeological reading, and spent a bit of time laying on a lacross ball, putting pressure into the tight muscles in my bottom. Now I will go do a bit more yoga (because I need it after today!), probably lay on that ball again, and then get some, by now very much needed, sleep. But hey, it is only 20 after midnight...