We had a lovely 4 day weekend down in San Diego. I managed to escape from the family 3 mornings out of 4 for yoga at AYC. Tim was out of town, so I practiced with Rich and Kiran. I saw some folks from the teacher training, which was such a great surprise. It’s always lovely to see the familiar faces at the shala, although I do wish I could have seen more of them. I missed Julie completely and only saw the others very briefly. However, this was primarily a family trip, so spending time with my new niece was high on the list of priorities.
Led Primary with Rich on Sunday. Kiran asked why I hadn’t gone to led second as she was teaching. I wanted to, but was a little apprehensive about my energy levels and the complete lack of endurance I had at Mysore on Friday. Sure enough, led primary was more than a challenge for a reason I didn’t quite understand until Ladies Holiday showed up yesterday afternoon. Even my hands felt weak grasping for a toe or a wrist bind.
And yesterday’s practice was just as exhausting… add in the pre-Ladies Holiday lack of bandhas, and that makes for one long hard stretch of what felt like moving furniture. Heavy protesting unyielding body.
Sunday night was a premiere party for Tay’s most recent project. The party was a success, the bar was packed, the press was there from a few different magazines and tv stations. Those in attendance were mostly freestyle MX athletes and their gaggle of (ahem) surgically enhanced girls wearing tiny skirts and tops, tottering on towering heels, looking like they just stepped off the cover of FHM magazine or something. To say that I felt out of place is a bit of an understatement, but it made for some top-notch people watching. At one point I walked in to the women’s restroom, and two young ladies were standing at the full length mirror, comparing their birthday gifts. “My boyfriend just bought them for me last month. Do you think they’re big enough?”
While I was washing my hands, I saw another enhanced girl twirling back and forth, looking doubtfully at her dress in the same mirror. “That dress looks great on you,” I said.
Her face lit up, “Really?! Thanks so much, I needed that.”
I felt better after that. I wasn’t the only one with insecurities.