So first things first... f the Dillon Kreider Rule. Yesterday I had 11 clients and an hour class, stuck in to a 14 hour timeslot. BRU-TAL. The DKR rule quite plainly states that someone, ANYone, should have cancelled. But no one did. So between 5:45am and 8:10pm I had two free hours...from 1p to 3p. Of course, my obsessive nature required that I somehow struggle through at least a 30 minute cardio during that break. Throw in a little lunch, some CD purchases and a quick coffee (double tall iced americano) and that was about all of the free time I had. God bless self-employment!
I don't know about you, but when I have to be around people for that long, I kind of just want to hermit away for a while. No talking, no listening. And that's precisely what I did when I got home. Fortunately a great Cool blew in and dropped the temp a little, so I grabbed a chair and sat out on the front porch. With my laptop, of course (c'mon, it's not like I have nothing else to do besides train people).
Oh, and as it turns out, grapefruit juice, some lime, some tequila and a splash of 7up, all mixed together in a glass, seem to go well with a night like that.
The great Cool continued through the night and in to the morning. To the point where I would label this morning as almost PERFECT. It was/is so beautiful. It makes me just want to sit outside and do nothing. And by nothing I mean just sit and look, and listen.....to the world, and the rambling dialog in my head. Maybe I should call it witnessing. Buddhists would. That kind of witnessing is so much more than "looking" and "listening" though. It involves ALL of the senses; a visceral sponging of reality. Or soaking. Slight nuance in intent, perhaps.
But for now I tap away at my keyboard...finishing up here, preparing for my afternoon/evening clients, etc... soon to be immersed back in to the flow of the day. Trying to keep the witness from falling in to unconsciousness.