Crazy weekend. Looking back, I can’t believe I fit all that in to 2 days.
Practice #6… was a Saturday. After a bang-up mountain bike ride (update: I still suck), I did about 15 minutes of asana/stretching followed by a brief 10 minute meditation.
A crazy friend of mine threw herself an Iron Chef birthday party. The secret ingredient was mushrooms, so each guest had to bring a dish centered around mushrooms. The results were phenomenal… I feel so lucky to have such foodie friends. 🙂
After the eating, we picked toys out of a goldfish bowl which determined our “teams”, pulled out the Cranium, some suspicious trays of brightly colored jiggly cups were brought out, and the birthday girl announced the “special” rules which included Jello Shots for losers. Um. I hate to lose, but I really really REALLY hate to lose when my sobriety is at stake.
Lucky for me, no one seemed to notice that I sorta half-slurped each jello shot, and team “Barnyard Animals” didn’t do much losing either, so 6 a.m. felt just fine Sunday morning. I drove down to Santa Barbara to practice, only to learn that my instructor was sick. Oh dear…. 3 hours of driving all for a self-practice…. #7
C’est la vie, eh?
I kept a positive attitude though and had a pretty darn good practice, enjoying the heat of the room and the energy of the others around me. I tried Ustrasana just for kicks (bad lady). I didn’t give myself the pose or anything like that, but I got to Parsva Dhanurasana and didn’t feel like stopping, so I added in Ustrasana as a “just this once for all my troubles” kind of reward. Eh, nothing exciting came of it. No fireworks… my back felt the same in backbends, but my quads are a little sore today. Could be from standing up and dropping back, or some of the soreness could be attributed to Ustrasana.
I practiced next to a very THIN woman with a spectacular practice. She practiced primary and second up to karandavasana without a hint of effort involved, as far as I can tell. I swear I was doing really good with my driste, I just noticed her practice in moments of non-practice, like when I rolled out my rug after standing or when I searched for the spray bottle for Garba Pindasana. But I couldn’t help but notice that her breathing never faltered, her body never trembled with exertion, she just seemed so strong, svelte, and completely fluid. Oh, and I helped her in Supta Vajrasana, and she didn’t have a bunch of cuts and bruises all over her legs like I do from mountain biking. I felt a tinge of ego and jealousy, then just let go of that and felt it leave my body and mind. I actually had to do that a few times, to be honest.
Finished up, drove back to San Luis Obispo to lead the primary series. Dinner at the in-laws… more house planning… we’ve decided on concrete floors for the kitchen/dining room/great room and the concrete will continue out to the deck, which I love. So when we open our sliding glass doors, it will feel like the room continues out on to the deck. We found some bamboo flooring at Costco for $1.85 (YAY!) so that will be for my yoga room. We chose the colors for our exterior siding and stucco (stucco on the bottom floor, siding on the second floor), chose our exterior lighting, selected our cabinet faces, and I think we’re going to try for a concrete countertop for the kitchen island. The decisions… so many decisions it makes my head hurt.
#8… This morning was difficult, mostly due to the mojitos I drank last night at a friend’s house after dinner with the in-laws. Sundays just take it out of me, too: A sweaty practice and 3 hours of driving, immediately followed by teaching where, inevitably, I grunt through a majority of the vinyasas along with my students. But back to Monday morning: I practiced up to Shalabasana B and then I just couldn’t even fathom getting into Bhekasana, so I called it a day and went into backbends. There was nothing pretty or graceful or floaty about today’s practice… it was definitely grunt work from beginning to end…. but that in itself is a beautiful thing.