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Cop [2:54 PM]:
who sang “endless love” w/lionel ritchie?

Karen:
are you on a stakeout?

Cop:
yes

Got to the shala and MM was sitting there in the dark.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“The Poetess is out of town.”

The new Tuesday and Thursday Mysore classes are very small, since they’re just getting started. I felt bad that MM had gotten up early just to open the doors for me.

“You can go back to sleep in one of the other rooms, if you want,” I told him.

But he was just waking up and getting psyched to practice. I sat down on my mat bag and we chatted for a bit. As it turns out, we are both having some similar questions about our practices, so we talked about that for a while. And then it was time to knock off the theory and set to practice.

But first I told MM to not fuss with adjustments for me; I am perfectly happy just practicing with someone else. Adjustments are nice, but whatever.

So off we went. He managed to contain his teacher impulses and we just practiced. Despite the pre-Moon Day, we did do intermediate poses. Traded assists at kapotasana and at supta vajrasana. I knocked off at ardha matsyendrasana, feeling very bendy and light and cheerful. Then a bunch of urdhva dhanurasanas that felt soooo good.

I had folded my mat underneath my upper back because I don’t like putting my wet shoulders on my dry mat when I come down from UD, and was pleased to see my heels touch one side of the strip of fabric, and my fingertips touch the other side — a span of 13 inches. I think I should just break down and produce a yoga mat that has markings on it like a ruler. I’ll call it the “Type A” mat.