On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Happy Solstice

And if you're like me (and I rather hope you're not), you sang Dar Williams' "The Christians and the Pagans" all day yesterday (that song can get annoying, can't it?) to honor the solstice.

Or maybe you're Swedish, and you ate crayfish and sang songs about frogs (I have heard this sung and seen it danced live and it's phenomenal) while drinking schnapps.

But if you're me, you left the house at 6:15am yesterday to head to the scariest place in all of New York City: Times Square. You see, there was free yoga, sponsored by Lucy! And, as you can read in this article that Sofia brought to my attention, I like things that are free. I like them a lot. Click on the link; it will take you two seconds. (The reporter was clearly taken aback that money was my answer to the "what brings you here" question.) I'm profiled at the bottom, "Tracy from Harlem."

I'm the one half-assing bow pose on the right in the orange Chicago Marathon shirt.
Photo from Well + Good.
Okay: I'm not going to lie. I'd love to say that yoga on the solstice was an affirming life experience and a great way to start my day and that I left it with a renewed sense of peace and tranquility. Not so much. I was pretty distracted during the class and found it hard to focus. I felt like a tourist attraction as thousands of tourists clamored around us to take pictures of the yoga class and my thoughts were more on the tempo run I had planned for last night* rather than on my downward dog (I cannot be the only yogi who despises downward dog). But luckily the Well + Good photographer didn't catch me texting... not that I would ever do that during a yoga practice...

Still, it was a cool experience and I got a free yoga mat, some febreze, a bag, a bottle of herb-infused water, and a nifty smug feeling.

Oddly enough, after having gone to see a movie in Times Square with Kelly over the weekend, this yoga class was the second time this week I visited Times Square (and I think only the third time in the past eight months or thereabouts). I think I'll give Times Square a rest for another eight months or so.

*the tempo run blew up. truly miserable. I was very upset after. I'm (mostly) over it now. next week is a new week.


  1. You look like 'you're having fun'. ;) And 'Febreze'? Seriously? That's a new take on the 'bottle of Gatorade', 'Salonpas pack' or 'Sample package of GU'. :)

  2. You are a better person than me!
    Something about Time Square and Yoga together? There is nothing peaceful or relaxing about that Hot Mess. I like the idea in theory.

  3. Brooke, I am SO glad I'm not alone. I never get it when yoga teachers say it's supposed to be a relaxing pose!

  4. I've always wanted to do that, but yeah, something about yoga IN Times Square sounds miserable.

  5. Not a big downward dog fan, I like child's pose...Let me know if there is another event like this...I like yoga and events like these.

  6. that does look rather fun, even if it was in Times Square. At least you gave the tourists some good photo opps AND got a free yoga mat. I'd say that is a win!

  7. Dude, sweet photo op. EIGHTH POST! LOL! :p

  8. dude, i felt the same way. i must have been the most distracted, non-yogic person at that class... besides you, maybe? heh heh.