I Think I'm Trying To Be Poetic... Oh, Someone STOP ME!
Posted Feb 10 2010 9:19am
When someone stops posting on their blog, do you ever wonder if that person died?
I admit that, occasionally, a "what if s/he died??" question does pass in my head when a person suddenly stops blogging completely. And I think it's because when someone stops blogging, it's so much like death.
Oh, hey-oooo, what's up with the morbidity??!!! I didn't subscribe to that crap, Ulyana!!! Give me my money back! Right?
But think about it.
Death: It's just plain weird. One moment the person is here, another moment s/he's not. You get an uneasy feeling when you think about it. It's impossible to know what people are doing when they are gone, but what's definitely clear is that dead people are not here, and you are left feeling an emptiness that you can't describe.
When people stop blogging: It's just plain weird. One moment the person is blogging, another moment s/he's not. You get an uneasy feeling when you think about it. It's impossible to know what people are doing when they are not blogging, but what's definitely clear is that people who are not blogging are... well... not blogging, and you are left feeling an emptiness that you can't describe.
You seeeeee? The two are, like, the mirror images of each other. Only in the blog world, you can have your resurrection. Unless, you are really dead, of course. (In case you are wondering - yes, I will be here all night!)
And you know, guys, you are so lucky. I'm not really dead, so you get to see me rise from the blogging dead.
Okay. That's it? What a rip off.
So, anyway, I didn't die. I'm just not blogging. I'm silent because I'M NOT RUNNING. It's funny how, if I just run one mile, I can't shut up. I can write a book - with lots of insightful observations about every damn step I've ever made when running. When I'm not running, writing a post is like writing a research paper your freshman year in college - no motivation what-so-freakin-ever.
And so, here I am writing about death. Hilarious.
Well, unlike in college, when I chose drinking, partying, and stealing candy from vending machines over timely writing of research papers, I now choose yoga over blogging about running while I'm not running. It's definitely a healthier choice.
So far, I've done 33 classes as part of my 60-day Bikram yoga challenge. Last week I missed two days, but I had a chance to make one up by doing a double. Yeah, A DOUBLE. Two classes back-to-back in one day. You are absolutely right if you think that's an insane thing to do.
It was definitely one of the most awe-inspiring/ fear-inducing things I've ever done. Not because it was hot - the heat didn't bother me at all, and not because I was exhausted - surprisingly, you don't feel tired at all the second time. But because, being so warmed up, I bent so far and so deep in some postures, I kinda lost the gift of speech. It was MENTAL is what it was. I left feeling intimidated by how flexible I can be. And scared of how sore I'd be the next day. And I was sore. SO SORE it made me miss running even more.
So, that's it, you guys. I'm just doing yoga. It's a different life from running. More calm, less adrenaline. It's just plain weird. One moment you are running, the next you are not. You get an uneasy feeling when you think about not running. It's impossible to know where you'd be if you could run now, but what's definitely clear is that you are not running, and you are left feeling an emptiness that you can't describe. It is like d.....
Nope, I was going to say "dreaming very vivid dreams in your sleep and then missing them very very much when you wake up". Nothing morbid ;)