Daily practice has become an enigma of sorts. It’s my unicorn now. Up on a pedestal, yet unreachable at this time. I’m not sure of the last week I fit in 6 practices. Maybe it was a month ago or something….
I slept through my alarm this morning. And after work there’s an appointment at the bank followed immediately by dinner reservations for the mother-in-law’s birthday. So no chance of evening practice.
Saturday practice? Let’s hope so.
I’ve given up on Viparita Chakrasana for now, unless I can find someone to spot me on coming back up from U.D. into handstand. (Maybe the bum who sits in the Centre’s parking lot every morning drinking a 40 from a paper bag?) I can usually get the first one or two, but then I’m just spent, and the last one is so ugly… I end up sacrificing safety and I’m afraid I may injure myself.
Back to basics.
After I dressed in the dark yesterday morning, I noticed the husband had sat up in bed. “What are you doing up?” I asked.
“I’m coming with you,” he said. “Is that okay?”
Of course it is!
At the Centre, he did his sun salutes, then his finishing postures. After his third surya namaskara A, he remarked, “This place needs a stationary bike for me to warm up on.”
I chuckled. “This is your warm-up.”
After our fiftth Surya B, I asked if he wanted to try some standing poses. “Not today,” he said. “I’m not feeling too hot.”
I gave him props for making it to the mat. Maybe I can get him there tomorrow as well.
The countdown: 26 days until the roommate moves out.