Yoga Update (4/4-4/10/11)
I am almost to the halfway point in my 40 Days of Yoga project. I think it would go against the spirit of yoga for me to be disappointed by my slow progression and tendency to skip yoga, so I won’t say that I am. Instead, I’ll say that this project is teaching me what kind of a yogi I am versus what kind of a yogi I could be, if time and energy weren’t limited, and if I were utterly devoted to yoga. The funny thing is, I do feel devoted to yoga. It’s been a part of my life for almost a decade, and it’s made me a stronger, happier, calmer person. I love yoga. But I have a hard time doing it every day, which is what this project has taught me. Yesterday was Day 16 out of 40. 24 days to go! I do plan to finish the project, but now I know it won’t be finished until May. May! I wasn’t planning on that. Oh well. Even hyperactive planners like me have to deal with life’s curveballs, and sometimes the change of plans comes from within.
My yoga week, in a proverbial nutshell:
Monday (4/4): I join Dave Farmar for another round of his Baptiste Power Vinyasa Yoga. Namaste, Dave!
Tuesday (4/5): I am absurdly tired today, and I have no reason for it. I do a very short pajama yoga session, trying to concentrate on my breathing, hoping that it will relax me enough to fall straight into unconsciousness when I crawl into bed. I think it works, as I wake up the next day feeling a little less squashed by life.
Wednesday (4/6): I practice Morning Flow #1, at night as usual.
Thursday (4/7): I skip yoga and meet a friend for drinks. Later in the evening, I find myself wondering if what I thought was “meeting a friend for drinks” was actually a date. I am equal parts intrigued and dismayed, as I am not a fan of the stealth date. I like my romance straight-up, no ice.
Friday (4/8): I skip yoga again, but this time I have a very good excuse. In anticipation of a trip to Austin the next day, I do a little grocery shopping to pick up salad ingredients. While I’m out, I find a terrific pair of black sandals. The sandals are a little sexier than what I was seeking, but I decide I like them and I take them home with me. The next day, Matt looks at my feet and asks, “Are those your shoes?” Ha! Damn right they are. And they’re so tall that I feel practically amazonian tottering around in them.
Saturday (4/9): No yoga today, as my friend and I road-trip our way to Austin for an overnight visit. I have such a good time enjoying the change in scenery and my wonderful friends that I wish we could stay longer. Next year! Next year I shall return to Austin for a weekend and stay at one of the bed-and-breakfasts. Doesn’t that sound lovely? I’m going to save my pennies for that trip.
Sunday (4/10): I return to the metaphorical yoga mat with some pajama yoga before I go to bed. My legs are tight from biking and hiking over the weekend, so downward-facing dog feels good. I am exhausted, so I only do a few minutes of yoga before climbing into bed, but they are quality minutes. Om…
Have an om-filled week, my dears!