a sense of where you are

so today marks my official recovery from backpainpalooza.
even if it hurts, i'm not dying so i need to again start living.

and i read this article today by john mcphee (if you don't know him, go read him. f-ing amazing non-fiction writer) that detailed the playing style and mentality of bill bradley in his princeton years. not that i give a rat's ass about princeton basketball- but i do have a new love affair with bradley after learning that he taught himself peripheral vision in his youth.

what a stud.

point being

he has a philosophy that "there has never been a great athelte who did not know what pain is". so i am running through the pain. only 3 miles, and i ate like 10 peperocinis before i went (bad news. fire in the gullet peeps. i am a fucking idiot).

but i did it damn it, and i'm doin it again tommorrow. i hate running less than 5 miles, but i am an official invalid and must act as so for at least 4 days. i have issues with taking it easy, unless by easy you mean a hot guy with a half gallon of ice cream. i'll take him, and it will be easy.

inspired by bradley and my little trist with asphalt, i went to yoga, which is why i originally started to post tonight.

the yoga center of nashville off of columbine in berry hill is freakshowtastic.

jan campbell is the instructor and it was the most kick ass- not yuppie- no hottiefaker- sweet yoga class ever. my god- she dares instruct and correct. she also dared to be 73 years old and in better shape than lance armstrong.

i have a new hero.
she is my hero.
hero.