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A sky full of stars when I went out to the car this morning. Time for the Mysore commute outerwear: fuzzy hoodie, fuzzy slippers. I actually had my hood up this morning. Brrrr.

The room, when I got there, was nice and warm. Volleyball Guy announced he would be taking pictures. It’s been a while since he did his photography thing. “This must be for the Ashtanga Christmas cards,” said The British Director.

In the past, he’s photographed us on our mats — just snapshots as we went along. This morning, though, he set up a little area at the end of the room, replete with candles for that authentic twinkly yoga feeling. After garbha pindasana, he asked me to do the pose again for a photo. Alrighty then. A head-on shot of garbha pindasana. I needed to bolster my body dysmorphia, right? And what better way?

Other moments of note:

Hanumanasana: I went for the samakonasana/hanumanasana West Coast combo pack after the prasaritas. The right hamstring is still hinky, so I’ve been limiting use of these add-on poses to led class on Saturday. I don’t know if adding it in aggravates the injured hamstring, or if the stretching will actually help heal it. Sigh. I’ll know eventually, I suppose. I’ve been liking hanumanasana, though. I use a block under my right side to coddle the injury, and skip the block when I turn to the left. There’s a part of me that is happy I’ve accepted the limitations of the hurt hamstring, and there’s a part of me that wonders if this isn’t going to end with wildly unbalanced hips and hamstrings. Another thing I’ll know eventually.

Bhujapidasana: I have discovered that if I hook my toes around my forearms, I can use the resistance to hover with my head above the mat. Is this cheating? I know, I know, I should ask my teacher. And I thought of it, when I was upside down, with my toes curled around my forearms. I couldn’t see him, though, and I really didn’t want to yell, “Hey, Volleyball Guy! Look over here! Am I cheating??” LOL!

Upavistha konasana: Just ow! In and of itself, this is a perfectly lovely pose. After a baddha konasana weighted with sandbags and held for extra breaths, though, it turns into the pose from hell. Just FYI.

I guess that wraps it up, practice-wise. In other news, The Cop asked if we should have the squad Christmas party at our house this year. I asked, “What day will it be?” He looked at the calendar on his watch. “Monday.” Yup, this coming Monday. Neither of us is big on planning, so I suppose this will all work out just perfectly.