It’s been a while since I wrote anything practice related. Maybe because there hasn’t been many practices of which to write. I think I’m back on track now. Sorta.
Yesterday morning I felt awful for some reason. But I had all the time in the world, so I figured I could just limp through some semblance of a practice and start the week off on a good foot. My first practice in my now-green room, and I really love the color. I ended up only practicing my second series poses after standing. Not quite sure why I chose those over half primary or full primary, or everything, but it was what I wanted at that moment, so I obliged.
For me, it’s always a shock to the system to go right into nadi shodana. I was pleasantly surprised that pasasana was there, heels on the floor, solid hand grab. Krounchasana was a different tale. The hamstrings have definitely shortened in my brief sabbatical. I’m sure primary would’ve helped with that, but I didn’t think of that ’til I got to this pose, and then it seemed silly to abandon the road I chose to backtrack to Dandasana. So I forged ahead. I lay in Laghuvajrasana for an extra breath or two, just trying to remind myself how to get out of the pose without using my arms. Miraculously, I pulled it off. In Kapotasana, I stop mid-foot these days. Something in my lower back/sacrum is not cooperating, so I choose not to push it for the once-easy, now-painful heel grab. What’s the point? Bharadvajrasana is a lovely pose. I really enjoy the juxtaposition of push, pull, press, lift, and twist.
After practice, I spent most of the day working around the house, doing odd jobs here and there, unpacking my office, sweeping, mopping, hanging pictures and cabinet doors… I love nesting. The house is home now, although the town below me, outside my walls, is still very foreign to me. A friend came over around 3:30, and we rolled a few cucumber nori maki, drank some wine, and looked at my books for ideas for the next book club selection. Suggestions, anyone? Our last books have been focused around food, and many of them have been nonfiction, so I think the group is ready for something different, light, perhaps fictional or a memoir. My choice is The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid. I’m a sucker for anything Bryson.
This week’s project: to get a library card. The library here is spacious and modern, with long hours of operation and it’s just 8 blocks from my house. A perfect bike ride away (although pushing the bike back up the enormous hill we live on is a little less fun… wish it could be downhill both ways).
This morning I had told a friend that I would sub for her 7 a.m. class. “Usually no one shows,” she said, “so maybe you could just practice.” Works for me. One student showed, and coincidentally it was one of my former ashtanga students. So we ended up just practicing together. Primary up to Baddha Konasana. It was lovely, although I think I prefer my little yoga room to a big empty yoga studio. Easier to keep a lid on all that energy in a smaller space, I guess.
I subbed another class on Friday at a gym. I’ve taken classes there in the past, but never taught, so it was a new experience. I enjoyed it… it’s definitely different from a studio practice. The group is goal-oriented, and they want to do every vinyasa no matter how tired they are. Pros and cons to that, of course. For most of them, it was their first ashtanga experience. I modified the practice a bit; since I didn’t know the group I skipped marichiasana b and d. With their striving efforts, I was afraid they would push themselves to far without care for the knees and I’d hear a string of pops and groans in the room. So I chickened out and didn’t even try to teach them modifications for it. Just skipped it. I’ve been invited to take on a few more classes there while one of the instructors is away. I’ll oblige when I can. The energy was great and the students are enthusiastic.