Posted in ashtanga yoga on 03/23/2007 09:02 am by karen
Mysore this morning. All the usual suspects. Plus a fellow who generally comes to Saturday led. The heat cranked up and spring kind of here in the desert anyway — so quite toasty. Lately I’ve been wanting to do three surya As and three surya Bs instead of the usual five. Sometimes I indulge myself, sometimes I make myself be good and do five, and sometimes I just forget how many I’ve done anyhow and pretty much quit when I feel like it.
Got a super adjustment in dhanurasana this morning. One of the ones that challenges you not to freak out. Volleyball Guy sat on my feet, which popped my upper body up. He’s a big guy, so he could reach one arm around me, his forearm parallel with my collarbones, and pull back on my shoulders. With the other hand, he squashed down my waist. In a big way.
“Good,” he said (which made me happy), “You’re looking backwards” (which I kind of had to not think about too much because it made me feel a little panicked).
The Cat helped me out in kapotasana. What’s the deal with my arms? They don’t fold up for the first part of the pose (though The Cat helped push me a bit more in the right direction), and they don’t straighten for kapo B.
The primary plus second to supta vajrasana practice is fun. An endurance event. Challenges me to regulate my pacing and my breath. I like having something new to work through. As I was leaving the shala, Volleyball Guy asked me how my practice was. “A long haul,” I replied. But that’s not a complaint.
Posted in ashtanga yoga on 03/23/2007 09:02 am by karen
Mysore this morning. All the usual suspects. Plus a fellow who generally comes to Saturday led. The heat cranked up and spring kind of here in the desert anyway — so quite toasty. Lately I’ve been wanting to do three surya As and three surya Bs instead of the usual five. Sometimes I indulge myself, sometimes I make myself be good and do five, and sometimes I just forget how many I’ve done anyhow and pretty much quit when I feel like it.
Got a super adjustment in dhanurasana this morning. One of the ones that challenges you not to freak out. Volleyball Guy sat on my feet, which popped my upper body up. He’s a big guy, so he could reach one arm around me, his forearm parallel with my collarbones, and pull back on my shoulders. With the other hand, he squashed down my waist. In a big way.
“Good,” he said (which made me happy), “You’re looking backwards” (which I kind of had to not think about too much because it made me feel a little panicked).
The Cat helped me out in kapotasana. What’s the deal with my arms? They don’t fold up for the first part of the pose (though The Cat helped push me a bit more in the right direction), and they don’t straighten for kapo B.
The primary plus second to supta vajrasana practice is fun. An endurance event. Challenges me to regulate my pacing and my breath. I like having something new to work through. As I was leaving the shala, Volleyball Guy asked me how my practice was. “A long haul,” I replied. But that’s not a complaint.
