Go here and read this. Brilliant!
Oh, and as a side note, because I crave the attention and validation, and because I feel the need to express my tiny voice in the massive wave of tripe….
…. Practice was painful this morning. I think it was the tomato soup I slurped down at 8:30 last night. Or maybe the two glasses of wine I had along with it. Or the tiramisu I guiltily picked at (without taking lactaid, mind you… Ouch!) at 9 p.m. It could have been the 11:30 bedtime. Or the 6:30 p.m. practice yesterday. Or maybe it’s Pasasana. My back feels stiff from twisting.
I used a rolled up hand towel under my heels today and that helped. On my third day of practicing this pose… my bind has gone from the wrist to the hands to the fingertips. If we follow this pattern, perhaps tomorrow there will be no bind.
There were moments when I was angry at Jody and Kathy for making me practice on a day like today when my body was shouting NO! “I have no business practicing this morning,” I kept thinking. But then I reminded myself that I was being silly, that I could opt out of practicing and just let them send me their lunch tab if I really needed the day off, that I didn’t really need the day off (after all, it wasn’t like I was dying, I was just stiff and sore… big deal?) that I was the one who signed on to this blessed pact. And by the end of it, I was thankful for the pact, and even thankful that today’s practice was so taxing and humbling. Because I feel better for it. And I’d feel even worse right now if I hadn’t practiced this morning.
Still nervous about the class tonight. It’s only one hour long, 5 week series class, so each class builds upon the last. So maybe just a brief intro to ashtanga, breath and bandhas, and the vinyasa system, followed by standing and a few finishing poses tonight. What do you think? (tiny cry for advice)