Yesterday I forgot to get in yoga and meditation sessions. This means my streak ended with 176 consecutive days, about a week shy of 6 months. I didn’t even realize I ruined my streak until I woke up this morning. I was immediately bummed and wished that I could go back in time one full day to get in my session and keep the streak going.
The whole reason for the broken streak had to do with an unexpected change in my daily schedule. My car had been making a noise, so I’d scheduled a checkup at the dealership for yesterday. I needed to drop the car off at 7 AM, so that meant I needed to get up at 5, get in a lift, then get ready for the day—showering, dressing, dropping off the car, and getting a loaner on my way to work. I only had enough time to get in a yoga and meditation session OR get in a lift before work. I only like to lift in the mornings, so I lifted and I told myself that I’d get in a yoga and a meditation session before bed. Normally, I do everything—work out, yoga practice, and meditate—in the mornings before starting my day.
Unfortunately, I watched a movie before bed, Battle: Los Angeles. At the end of the movie, I was tired from the day and just went to bed; completely forgetting to get in my yoga and meditation sessions. I have no idea if I’ll start another streak. It’s beneficial, but damn is it a pain in the ass to fit into my day with work and workouts. I’ll think about it for a couple days and made a decision this weekend.
Aside: If you haven’t watched Battle: Los Angeles, you should. Especially if you like Marine Corps movies. Being a former Marine, I find this is one of my favorite military/scifi movies, but don’t just take my word for it. Check out the Terminal Lance review.
In yet another clothes post, I want to write about why I like slightly oversized, untucked, button down, oxford shirts. Almost two years ago, I streamlined my wardrobe to just a few essentials; if you will, a uniform. The main component of my uniform is a black or charcoal colored oxford shirt. I get slim fit oxfords, but they are one size larger than what I should wear. I wear them a little loose because it reminds me of when I was in grade school art class.
At one particular school, the students were required to wear one of their dad’s castoff dress shirts as art smocks. I always liked the feel of my dad’s old shirt covering my school uniform, protecting my school clothes from paint or whatever. I never really forgot that feeling of comfort. As I grew older and entered into the 80s, everything was oversized. So wearing penny loafers, ripped jeans, Ray-Bans, and billowing oversized oxford shirts was the norm for almost a decade.
There is a song by Spoon named “Fitted Shirt.” The song really hits home and reminds me of those art classes when I wore my dad’s old oxford work shirt as a smock. Now that I’m older, I wear oversized fitted oxfords every work day—mostly because it gives me room to move, but also because it reminds me of those grade school art classes and being a kid in the 70s and early 80s.
Much to my wife’s chagrin, I wear socks and sandals and have done so for decades. This particular wardrobe choice, for me, is based more on comfort and practicality than anything else. I like socks with sandals because the socks keep my feet warm while still allowing my feet to breathe. Also, socks with my sandals keep my sandals from becoming smelly from foot sweat—giving a bit more longevity to my sandals.
I’ve noticed over the past thirty years that socks and sandals seem to go in and out of vogue with some regularity. The practice seems to be a mainstay on college campuses; and since I am an adjunct at a university, I think the casual foot fashion is both apropos and almost expected given my position and age.
I don’t do the whole tall socks and Birkenstocks pairing though. I wear low cut black athletic socks and black Keen hiking sandals. My combination of socks and Keen sandals look like shoes at first glance or from a distance; but upon closer inspection, one can certainly see the socks showing through.
I know that socks and sandals aren’t very aesthetically appealing, but it is practical and comfortable. Isn’t that more important than kowtowing to societal fashion demands? If socks and sandals are wrong, I don’t ever want to be right.