Triple (#’s, ups ‘n downs, $1 belt)
June 24, 2010 2 Comments
Update. Since writing this, I have done 3 more triples and 1 quadruple (sort of). On July 19, 24, 26 I tripled. They were great. Between Aug 4 and 5, over a 24 hr period, I did 4 classes, a QUAD, I think!
On June 22, I my first triple. I did 270 minutes of 26 postures in 105° temperature. 3 ninty minute classes. I grew exponentially in strength and determination with each passing minute. I didn’t expect to. I expected the opposite.
270 is an interesting number. So is 18, 17, 16, 105, 26, and 3. But this post isn’t about numbers, so I’ll keep you in suspense.
I learned a new trick too. A trick to focus on breathing. I imagined that my breath was visible. I only allowed my thoughts to travel the distance of each exhale. My mind was restricted by the proximity of the air I breathed.
Oh, and Teddy. Or Ted. He said I could call him Teddy. What a sweet man. A few weeks ago he started a conversation with me. He told me he used to have skin issues like mine. He offered helpful, solicited advice. He also told me he did 4 triples in a row. 12 classes in 4 days. Dang. So Teddy got me thinking about doing a triple a few weeks ago.
So, in early June, I started thinking about it. I did several doubles with the premeditated desire to triple. I brought extra towels and vitamins and pop-tarts, etc.
By June 20, I was certain that I would never triple. Once I gave up reaching for the “goal”, the “goal” reached out to me.
First there was Marco. Then Lisa. I was whipped. I was thinking about an austin style savasanna. But I was feeling ok. So I went to the front desk and talked briefly with Karen. I told her I was gonna be in her class. I told her I was gonna triple.
She said “take it easy .:. don’t kill yourself”. I thought “GREAT! Nap time.”
But the mind plays tricks. My third class on June 22 was my strongest class ever. My mind was empty. My body was warm and stretched. What seemed to take great energy in class 1 and 2, came without much effort in class 3.
I don’t think i’ll do this again. I don’t think it was good for my bones. I am still aching. Still shaking. Still recovering. I feel like I ran a marathon. Marathons are great. But the impact is bad for certain folks. Triples are super cool too. But for my body and mind, they are too much.
Oh, and about the belt. Since I started in March, i’ve lost at least one dollar’s worth of girth based on my belt holes. Not sure you can see the holes. The last two I drilled myself. This is about as quantifiable as I can be. I lost at least six inches. The belt is just about fed up with me. (Another update! There are three additional holes, in sum, 5 new holes.)
Seriously, this is something that’s really happened in just a few months. I spent about three hundred buckaroos at BYD Austin. I have spent more mullah getting my old clothes tightened up, buying new (used) pants, and now this. I gotta get a new belt. If I drill more holes in this thing, it’s gonna fall apart.



