This post just doesn’t want to be published. I’ve written and then lost it twice already, and this time I’m determined to get it right. They say “third time’s a charm….”
The end of the world is nigh. I’m a believer now. It snowed in San Luis Obispo this weekend. Hailed on the beach in Avila, snowed in the valleys of Arroyo Grande and even misted a light dusting of white in Oceano. Brrrr. Cold.
Tay flew into Santa Barbara from Florida at 11 pm on Saturday night, so rather than making him brave the ice and snow for 90 miles after a long day of work and travel, ariving home after 1 am, only to be woken up by his wife at 6 so she could drive back down to Santa Barbara for yoga practice, I drove down and got us a hotel room in Montecito for the night.
Checked in at 6, drove down to State St. for dinner at one of our best SB accounts, Opal. Sat at the bar, met lots of nice folks. I should go places by myself more often.
Bonus: was back at the hotel by 9, took my first bubble bath in over a year. I love bubbles.
Double Bonus: got to snuggle with hubby without worrying if the Sri Lankan Roommate wouldl hear.
Ultra Bonus: got to practice at Eight Limb the next morning, without the 90 minute drive!
Husband had to kick me out of bed in the morning. I hemmed and hawwed, complained about the remnants of my cold, voiced all of my doubts and concerns (“I haven’t practiced past standing since last Friday. I might overdo it. I’ll probably pass out. Why waste the money if I can’t get past standing?”). In the end, Husband reminded me of how angry I’d be with myself if I didn’t go. So I moped out into the cold.
But the room was warm and humid. Got through standing without much of a problem, accidentally skipped Purvottanasana (didn’t realize it until I laid down for Savasana), vinyasas weren’t too draining. Everything was coming up roses until I got to Mari D on my left side. And then a hiccup. A scream. A shriek of protest from my right knee (previously known as “The Good Knee,” up until yesterday). Practice suddenly became an exercise in awareness and pain prevention.
But for some reason, Garba Pindasana was not much of a problem. Out of fear, I didn’t bring my hands to my chin or my forehead. Instead I just let my arms stick straight out as I rolled around the mat. Felt strange.
Was given 3 new poses yesterday. So I guess it was worth the money! Supta Padanghustasana, Ubhaya Padunghustasana, and Urdvha Mukkha Paschimottanasana. Whoopee! One more pose, and I’ll be back to full primary again.
And then backbends. I don’t know where this new bendy body came from. Maybe she’s the new and slightly improved Spring model. She’s quite specific to this point in the series, as it seems for the rest of the series she’s just stiff and painful right now. But I like the bendy body. She’s a good sport. High performance, where front body opening is concerned. With her, dropbacks were a cinch. I felt like I was just suspended in midair, landing softly on my hands when I felt like letting go. And on the last one, I walked my hands in a bit more, touched my heels again, then D softly guided each hand onto my ankles. I’ll say that again for the full effect. ONTO MY ANKLES.
I panicked. I freaked. No, I thought. This is not right. I cannot be grabbing my ankles right now. And then I remembered to breathe. And everything else melted away.
wowee. I was amazed at how much it didn’t hurt! I was expecting fireworks of pain and internal alarms. Instead, it just felt like another backbend. I loved it, can’t wait to try it on my own. D was beaming when I stood up. “That was easy for you.” he said.
“Physically, yes. Emotionally, no.” I replied. He nodded. “that’s normal.”
“Now what?” I asked.
“Paschimottanasana!” Oh yeah.
After practice, Husband and I ate brunch and shopped around State Street. Found some Prana pants on sale. In to Nordstrom’s, where I sat at the Origins counter and had my make-up done. I’m a bit of a make-up retard. I skipped that day of “How To Be Girly.” Got the obsession with shoes and chocolate. Missed the make-up/fashion portion. I had my colors done at a Clinique counter when I was 13. And I still wear the same make-up. Blush, mascara, and eye-liner/shadow all in one thing. That’s all that has been in my make-up bag since I was a wee lass. l don’t know what I would’ve done before yesterday if Clinique had discontinued one of my colors. Now I feel a bit more secure. I got all the girlie ammo. Concealer, tinted moisturizer with SPF (I’m still a bit squeamish around foundation), bronzer complete with a big, soft, puffy brush, two eyeshadows (and I can wear both of them at the same time!), pressed powder, tinted lip gloss…. the whole she-bang. Now that my hair’s so short, I feel like there’s more emphasis on my face, so might as well try to make it look purty.
$200 later (on the charge card, of course) and I feel like a girl.
I caught Tay staring at me over lunch. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” he said, “You just look so nice.”