Art of Relaxation
...photo courtesy of ADC, Punta Banda
Doing my inner Doc this morning. Someone has to do me, right?
After a grand week of bodyweight training, interval running and weight sessions, I am enjoying another peaceful morning and my well-practiced art of relaxation.
N31 43 14 W116 41 34 is my paradise. Also known as “Dockerty’s Pub”, my walls hang quietly, rarely reverberating from the cacophony of human storms and drama.
Hey, I said “rarely”, not “never”, you wild thing. But, my home more closely resembles a monastery than a pub.
With my 48 pumps-per-minute resting heart rate, my mind is also synchronized to that relaxed state.
I’m not anxious about the next moment, the next meeting, the next person, the next….
I’m enjoying this moment. No “Cuando? Cuando? Cuando?” from Murph and the Magic Tones for me.
Funny thing about my Spanish efforts. Tengo muchos días que no hablo NADA! I am much more quiet than most people judge. So it’s not just my Spanish that lacks practice. My English is often on vacation.
They are just words.
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