Too much bad mexican food yesterday. Guacamole tostadas with soggy tortillas and refried beans… Practice? Maybe later.
I drove down to Santa Barbara yesterday morning for practice. The extra 30 minutes each way really drags, and I’m now driving a total of 4 hours for 2 hours of yoga. It’s not making much sense anymore.
Luckily, I’ll be headed down there for monthly meetings with the new employer… whenever that starts. I’ll combine the two. The shala has a shower, so I should be able to clean myself up. Meetings are on Friday, though. So I’ll have to ask the Tall One if I could practice my full practice on Fridays with him, rather than only Primary.
The knee is no closer to fine. AW just had her knee surgery last week, had a large plica removed and they found a tear in her lateral meniscus. A little scary, but she walked out of the hospital and was off the vicodin just 24 hours later. I think after I switch insurance coverage, if the knee is still bothering me, I’ll have it looked at. Again.
Practice… By the time I got to Supta Vajrasana, I was able to comfortably sit in lotus. But once I got to finishing, padmasana was once again out of the realm of painfree. The heat helps.
Nothing too special to report from yesterday, although it was a lovely practice. He was right there when I pulled the leg up for Supta Trivikrmasana. “Elvis,” he said, as my leg shakes and shakes. Push past a certain point, and the shaking stops. Past the fear threshold, perhaps. He was also right there when I made my way into Kapotasana. I’ve never been adjusted in Kapo A, and I wasn’t wanting to yesterday. “Please don’t touch me, please don’t touch me, please don’t touch me,” my little Kapo mantra. He didn’t. And I felt relief as I placed my hands next to my feet for Kapo B. And then there he was. Och. Ew. Kapo B is like the nails down a chalkboard to me. Nothing pleasant about it.
No new pose, but I wasn’t really expecting one. Not with all the modifications I’m using. I was looking forward to another twist, though. Oh well. I do still love Bharadvajrasana, and I’m still sitting with it, letting it settle with my body.
I held my own in handstand (after initially pressing up and pushing too far: feet against his chest). 12 breaths. Assisted dropbacks: hands on my calves… Yikes! But it felt nice, no pain or fear. Afterwards he said, “You’ve got both: handstand and backbend.”
“I was a gymnast as a child,” I said. “I cheated.”
Tay and I planted our first tree yesterday on our property. In 103 degree heat. An Aptos Blue Sequoia. 15 years from now, that gawky 8 foot tree might be 100 feet tall.