Last day of WoYoPracMo 2008! I woke up very, very early and did the full Primary Series, zipping through in an hour and 20 minutes. The early start gave me time for a leisurely shower and breakfast before doing my Karma Yoga, volunteering at the soup kitchen. Musical Sirsasana was Sean Paul's 'Punkie [Español]' (3 min, 45 sec).
I successfully met the two goals I set for the month of January:
1) The full Primary Series every day
2) Daily meditation
I learned many things about myself and my yoga practice over the course of this month. I already had a six-day practice when I started, so for me, WoYoPracMo was more about the discipline, re-establishing a meditation practice and fine-tuning my routine. Here are a few of the things that stood out for me during the month:
I really value my days off:
I missed my yoga-less Saturdays. I missed my celebratory Moon Days. And I really, really, really missed having time off for my Lady's Holiday. It was miserable and difficult practising during my monthly cycle. It was certainly educational to try it once, but I would never do that again on a regular basis. I'm all for practising through discomfort, but that was *misery*.
Early morning practice:
I tend to practice in the early morning in summer, but in the winter I let this slide; my practices sometimes started in late morning and I would feel like half my day was gone. This month, I found my routine again and started getting up early and loving in. I'm hoping that I'll be able to carry on with early practices for the rest of the year.
Breakfast:
I love my morning breakfasts. 'Slow' breakfast (rather than grabbing a quick yoghurt on the way out the door) is something I started this month and I've come to treasure this relaxing morning ritual. I find that I have a better day if I take time for myself in the morning. In general, I find that I practise better on a completely empty stomach so the prospect of a hearty breakfast becomes the carrot dangling at the end of my mat!
Asana stuff:
This month, I was finally able to bind to wrist on both sides in Marichyasana C. I found myself binding for the first time in Supta Kurmasana. My headstand improved incrementally and it's now one of my strongest poses. I started holding headstand for minutes instead of breaths (and I discovered that it's easier to hold headstand for a duration if I time it to a song on my iPod). I'm able to kick up to handstand lightly, with control and even balancing on my own a bit. I hadn't yet mentioned this, but I've pretty much nailed jumpthroughs. They're not pretty some of the time, but I can do them. Garba Pindasana is becoming easier - sometimes it even looks good! I can put my hands on my head in the pose and I think I'll be keeping them there for the rolls in the coming month. To sum up, my practice is coming along.
Meditation:
This is a big one. My meditation practice was dormant at the beginning of January. I decided to start gently, with five minutes a day. Week by week, I increased the time: 10 minutes, then 15, then 20. It was rough going at first and it took me half the month just to get my stride. In the past week or so, meditation has become blissful and nourishing. Most days, I meditate for 20 minutes in the evening before bed and I love it. It makes my day feel like a yoga sandwich: Asana in the morning, meditation at night, teaching, volunteer work, reading in between.
Yogamum has challenged members of the WoYoPracMo Sangha to choose a new goal for February. Here's mine:
The fifth Niyama, Swadhyaya (self-education):
I would like to start doing daily inspirational reading during breakfast. I think this will be a nice addition to my mornings. I'm going to start with Swami Satchidananda's commentaries of the Yoga Sutras (which has been sitting on my shelf for months, waiting for me to make time to read it). There also may be some Rumi in there too. And other scriptures where appropriate.
My asana practice will go back to a six-day schedule, with a break on Saturdays, Moon Days and the 3-day Lady's Holiday. However, I would like to continue to practice the full Primary Series (rather than occasionally substituting a modified or truncated version) for six days a week. I have set daily meditation as one of my New Year's Resolutions, so will be continuing it as a daily practice.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Day 179
A few people have asked why I'm the 'Reluctant Ashtangi'. Why 'reluctant'?
I was reluctant because I had some very bad experiences with the Ashtanga practice early on. Years ago, I started practising yoga without a teacher, using a video. The video I used was based on the Iyengar system of yoga: lots of focus on alignment, longer holds, not a lot of vinyasa. When I did start taking classes, they were in classical Hatha yoga, which is more gentle and less vigourous than Ashtanga (Hatha is what I mainly teach now).
With eight years of Hatha Yoga under my belt (and on the verge of yoga teacher training), I started experimenting with classes in different yoga systems. As part of my entrance evaluation for YTT, each of the YTT instructors needed an opportunity to evaluate me in a class setting. This was my first encounter with Teacher M - I tried his Ashtanga II class thinking “How hard can it be?“ The answer: “Very hard.“
I hated everything about Ashtanga: the pace, the postures, the people (many of whom seemed conceited and body-obsessed to me). I couldn't do Chaturanga, my hamstrings were tight. I left the class convinced that I had flunked out of YTT before I even started, but M gave me his seal of approval.
For years, I was negative about Ashtanga. This attitude was reinforced as I started getting 'Ashtanga refugees' in my classes - students who tried the form and hurt themselves. Their injuries, and the negative attitudes they developed about yoga as a result, reinforced my perception that Ashtanga was a potentially dangerous style of yoga that could cause harm. I cautioned students to be careful in Ashtanga classes and to listen to their bodies.
So I came to the practice reluctantly and admittedly, with a bad attitude. When I started, it was truly an experiment and one that I only intended to do for the summer (I never thought I would actually be able to carry on for 365 days). I recognised the potential for building strength in Ashtanga and I believe that's what drew me to it - I was ready to advance my practice and instinctively, I felt drawn to the form. I decided that my strong background in alignment and years as a teacher would allow me to avoid injury.
I'm currently on Day 179.
I do teach one Ashtanga class now, and it's an introductory one. In my class, I teach all postures in 'phases' so that students who are not as strong or flexible can still benefit from them (this is similar to the approach in David Swenson's book which I use as my reference). I don't use props. I do teach Ujjayi breathing. I introduce the Bandhas, but don't emphasize them a lot (I feel that these beginners have enough on their minds)
I still have issues with the 'adjustments' given in many Mysore classes. I believe it's important for students to develop a sense of their own 'edge' and work with it. The magic of the practice is that it is just that: practice. If you keep doing it, the strength and flexibility will come. I don't believe the injuries are a sign of the body 'opening', an idea sometimes circulated in Ashtanga circles
Good alignment in poses keeps the body safe - particularly the spine and joints - so I emphasize this in my classes. I genuinely believe that if you move slowly and carefully, with good alignment and don't use force, you can build incredible strength and flexibility *without* hurting yourself. This is the magic of the Primary Series for me.
So, I'm no longer reluctant. I am, however, sometimes skeptical. I'm holding onto this skepticism because I believe it's healthy to question and by questioning, I learn.
Today's practice: Full Primary Series, steady and strong. I was very focused today and cruised through the practice in an hour and fifteen minutes. My hammies are still tight - don't know what's going on there. My low back was feeling cranky, but it was fine by the time I tackled my three Urdhva Dhanurasanas. The backbends are kind of on a plateau right now. I don't feel like I'm moving forward, nor backward. I'm just abiding in them.
Musical Sirsasana: 'Wake Up Exhausted' by Tegan and Sara (3 min, 16 sec).
I was reluctant because I had some very bad experiences with the Ashtanga practice early on. Years ago, I started practising yoga without a teacher, using a video. The video I used was based on the Iyengar system of yoga: lots of focus on alignment, longer holds, not a lot of vinyasa. When I did start taking classes, they were in classical Hatha yoga, which is more gentle and less vigourous than Ashtanga (Hatha is what I mainly teach now).
With eight years of Hatha Yoga under my belt (and on the verge of yoga teacher training), I started experimenting with classes in different yoga systems. As part of my entrance evaluation for YTT, each of the YTT instructors needed an opportunity to evaluate me in a class setting. This was my first encounter with Teacher M - I tried his Ashtanga II class thinking “How hard can it be?“ The answer: “Very hard.“
I hated everything about Ashtanga: the pace, the postures, the people (many of whom seemed conceited and body-obsessed to me). I couldn't do Chaturanga, my hamstrings were tight. I left the class convinced that I had flunked out of YTT before I even started, but M gave me his seal of approval.
For years, I was negative about Ashtanga. This attitude was reinforced as I started getting 'Ashtanga refugees' in my classes - students who tried the form and hurt themselves. Their injuries, and the negative attitudes they developed about yoga as a result, reinforced my perception that Ashtanga was a potentially dangerous style of yoga that could cause harm. I cautioned students to be careful in Ashtanga classes and to listen to their bodies.
So I came to the practice reluctantly and admittedly, with a bad attitude. When I started, it was truly an experiment and one that I only intended to do for the summer (I never thought I would actually be able to carry on for 365 days). I recognised the potential for building strength in Ashtanga and I believe that's what drew me to it - I was ready to advance my practice and instinctively, I felt drawn to the form. I decided that my strong background in alignment and years as a teacher would allow me to avoid injury.
I'm currently on Day 179.
I do teach one Ashtanga class now, and it's an introductory one. In my class, I teach all postures in 'phases' so that students who are not as strong or flexible can still benefit from them (this is similar to the approach in David Swenson's book which I use as my reference). I don't use props. I do teach Ujjayi breathing. I introduce the Bandhas, but don't emphasize them a lot (I feel that these beginners have enough on their minds)
I still have issues with the 'adjustments' given in many Mysore classes. I believe it's important for students to develop a sense of their own 'edge' and work with it. The magic of the practice is that it is just that: practice. If you keep doing it, the strength and flexibility will come. I don't believe the injuries are a sign of the body 'opening', an idea sometimes circulated in Ashtanga circles
Good alignment in poses keeps the body safe - particularly the spine and joints - so I emphasize this in my classes. I genuinely believe that if you move slowly and carefully, with good alignment and don't use force, you can build incredible strength and flexibility *without* hurting yourself. This is the magic of the Primary Series for me.
So, I'm no longer reluctant. I am, however, sometimes skeptical. I'm holding onto this skepticism because I believe it's healthy to question and by questioning, I learn.
Today's practice: Full Primary Series, steady and strong. I was very focused today and cruised through the practice in an hour and fifteen minutes. My hammies are still tight - don't know what's going on there. My low back was feeling cranky, but it was fine by the time I tackled my three Urdhva Dhanurasanas. The backbends are kind of on a plateau right now. I don't feel like I'm moving forward, nor backward. I'm just abiding in them.
Musical Sirsasana: 'Wake Up Exhausted' by Tegan and Sara (3 min, 16 sec).
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Day 178
I played ice hockey at 9:30 last night, a half-hour past my bedtime, so I napped for an hour-and-a-half before. I hate these late games. I arrived in the changeroom all cranky and tousled, completely unprepared to face my jovial teammates. I put on my neckguard first to ensure I wouldn't forget it and some wiseass immediately made a crack about it. Grrrrrrr...
We played the #3 team in the league. They have the benefit of having the best player in the league, a fast, talented and fabulously generous soul who passes the puck instead of taking sure-shots on the net, shouts encouragement and gently coaches her teams to greatness. No wonder they're doing so well. I've also had a crush on her for a couple of years. *gulp*
As she zipped past me during warm-up, I thought: “We're gonna get creamed.” Did I mention that we didn't have a goaltender again? (well, they didn't either). The defence was sharing the net minding duties, which meant that I didn't get any time at all on the bench and spent my 'breaks' sprawled on the ice frantically blocking pucks with my stick, my legs, my skate - anything I could. I did pretty good, actually, blocked some hard shots. And I was flabbergasted when we actually won that game, 3-2.
We were singing 'We are the champions' in the changeroom. It's only the second game we've won.
This morning, I was sore and foggy-headed, so I slept in until 7:30. That was blissful. I can't remember the last time I slept in. My practice was good, though my hamstrings were *tight*. I was very focused, though (which is kind of funny because I've been feeling scattered ever since). My noon class moved to Friday this week, so I'm feeling a bit at-loose-ends with my precious routine disrupted.
Musical Sirsasana: Broken Social Scene, 'Finish You Collapse and Stay for Breakfast' (1 min, 24 sec).
I suppose I should walk the dog, get out of the apartment. Yup, that sounds like a plan.
We played the #3 team in the league. They have the benefit of having the best player in the league, a fast, talented and fabulously generous soul who passes the puck instead of taking sure-shots on the net, shouts encouragement and gently coaches her teams to greatness. No wonder they're doing so well. I've also had a crush on her for a couple of years. *gulp*
As she zipped past me during warm-up, I thought: “We're gonna get creamed.” Did I mention that we didn't have a goaltender again? (well, they didn't either). The defence was sharing the net minding duties, which meant that I didn't get any time at all on the bench and spent my 'breaks' sprawled on the ice frantically blocking pucks with my stick, my legs, my skate - anything I could. I did pretty good, actually, blocked some hard shots. And I was flabbergasted when we actually won that game, 3-2.
We were singing 'We are the champions' in the changeroom. It's only the second game we've won.
This morning, I was sore and foggy-headed, so I slept in until 7:30. That was blissful. I can't remember the last time I slept in. My practice was good, though my hamstrings were *tight*. I was very focused, though (which is kind of funny because I've been feeling scattered ever since). My noon class moved to Friday this week, so I'm feeling a bit at-loose-ends with my precious routine disrupted.
Musical Sirsasana: Broken Social Scene, 'Finish You Collapse and Stay for Breakfast' (1 min, 24 sec).
I suppose I should walk the dog, get out of the apartment. Yup, that sounds like a plan.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Day 177
Awake at 5, lingered in bed until 5:15 and on the mat at 5:45. I had a very ordinary practice, worked hard, but not too hard. Was distracted at times, but managed to rein myself in. I've noticed that since I started doing daily meditation practice, I've been less distracted during my yoga practice. Probably not so surprising.
Musical Sirsasana was 'A New England' by Kirsty MacColl (3 minutes, 33 seconds).
I'm experimenting this week with bigger breakfasts in the morning. After practice today, I threw a sweatshirt over my yoga clothes and headed into the kitchen to prepare my meal: a small egg white omelette with spicy black bean tofu, an apple quarter and half a banana, sliced, and 100g of probiotic peach yoghurt. And, of course, a pot of green tea.
Sitting down to this small, but hearty breakfast was such a pleasure that I'm now kicking myself for not doing this before. It reminds me of the time I spent in Europe and all of those leisurely breakfasts with European friends. Europeans know how to do breakfast right. They always seem mystified by the North American habit of skipping the meal.
Now I'm getting all nostalgic. Those first moments of the day, with tea and yoghurt and cheese on the table, pleasant conversation and snow drifting over a European city as church bells ring...good memories! And a good ritual to take up, I think.
(writing about this makes me realise why, when I have the money to travel, I tend to head back to Europe rather than some more exotic location)
The ice rink in the park isn't ready yet, not even close. The ground isn't cold enough, so we're having a tough time getting down a base of ice, even with the icy temperatures here. I skated at my regular rink yesterday after volunteering at the soup kitchen. Now I'm headed down there in a few minutes. Incredibly, later on today it's supposed to *rain*.
Musical Sirsasana was 'A New England' by Kirsty MacColl (3 minutes, 33 seconds).
I'm experimenting this week with bigger breakfasts in the morning. After practice today, I threw a sweatshirt over my yoga clothes and headed into the kitchen to prepare my meal: a small egg white omelette with spicy black bean tofu, an apple quarter and half a banana, sliced, and 100g of probiotic peach yoghurt. And, of course, a pot of green tea.
Sitting down to this small, but hearty breakfast was such a pleasure that I'm now kicking myself for not doing this before. It reminds me of the time I spent in Europe and all of those leisurely breakfasts with European friends. Europeans know how to do breakfast right. They always seem mystified by the North American habit of skipping the meal.
Now I'm getting all nostalgic. Those first moments of the day, with tea and yoghurt and cheese on the table, pleasant conversation and snow drifting over a European city as church bells ring...good memories! And a good ritual to take up, I think.
(writing about this makes me realise why, when I have the money to travel, I tend to head back to Europe rather than some more exotic location)
The ice rink in the park isn't ready yet, not even close. The ground isn't cold enough, so we're having a tough time getting down a base of ice, even with the icy temperatures here. I skated at my regular rink yesterday after volunteering at the soup kitchen. Now I'm headed down there in a few minutes. Incredibly, later on today it's supposed to *rain*.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Day 176
I'm running on about four-and-a-half hours of sleep this morning because I was out until the wee hours last night dining and dancing with my friends. We were celebrating a birthday and had a private room at Voglie. It was a lovely, intimate setting with snow drifting down lightly outside the windows and a fireplace (I sat by the fireplace - I'm always cold!) We had a big group - about 20 people - but I've known most of them for years, so it was comfortable.
The food was absolutely stunning. I had a bad experience at this restaurant a few years ago, but they're under new management now. I consulted with the waiter and chose a breaded, pan-seared soft goat cheese as my appetizer (served with lightly toasted baguette slices). It really packed a punch. I don't often eat cheese (or bread, for that matter) so this was a treat.
For my main entrée, I chose an interesting salad, the Insalata All Panzenalla. There is no lettuce in it, just fresh tomatoes, cucumber chunks, red pepper, thinly sliced onion and capers with a zesty dijon mustard vinaigrette dressing. The croutons soaked up the dressing and were so yummy! I wasn't sure if I liked capers. Well, I love them! I'll be looking for them at the store next week.
Dessert was a decadent homemade Tiramasu, which was beautifully presented and incredibly rich. It was like an orgasm on a plate; I was in heaven.
After the leisurely meal, the group headed upstairs for some dancing. I haven't danced at this club before and I was pleasantly surprised. The DJ was playing a good mix, including some Soca, which I always enjoy. I stayed for longer than I had intended, but managed grab a subway before it shut down for the night.
Needless to say, I'm feeling a bit sore and tired this morning. My left hamstring is tight. I don't know if this is because of my Mad Movz on the dance floor or because I had my legs crossed for part of the meal. I lingered in my forward bends during the sun salutations.
I went deeper in today's practice, playing with my edge more than I did yesterday. My Bhujapindasana gets better and better every day. Today, I even did a very decent approximation of Tittibhasana A as I was exiting. I'm not bringing my head to the floor these days, instead focusing on deepening the pose and balancing.
Supta Kurmasana absolutely rocked today.
Musical Sirsasana was Linda Ronstadt's 'Desperado' (3 minutes, 27 seconds). I was wobbly.
I'm relaxing with a cup of tea for a little while before I head to the soup kitchen to do some Karma Yoga. I still need to do some baking and my prepare my soup for the week, but after that is done, I'm sure there will be some napping! Both are great activities for a gray, snowy day.
The food was absolutely stunning. I had a bad experience at this restaurant a few years ago, but they're under new management now. I consulted with the waiter and chose a breaded, pan-seared soft goat cheese as my appetizer (served with lightly toasted baguette slices). It really packed a punch. I don't often eat cheese (or bread, for that matter) so this was a treat.
For my main entrée, I chose an interesting salad, the Insalata All Panzenalla. There is no lettuce in it, just fresh tomatoes, cucumber chunks, red pepper, thinly sliced onion and capers with a zesty dijon mustard vinaigrette dressing. The croutons soaked up the dressing and were so yummy! I wasn't sure if I liked capers. Well, I love them! I'll be looking for them at the store next week.
Dessert was a decadent homemade Tiramasu, which was beautifully presented and incredibly rich. It was like an orgasm on a plate; I was in heaven.
After the leisurely meal, the group headed upstairs for some dancing. I haven't danced at this club before and I was pleasantly surprised. The DJ was playing a good mix, including some Soca, which I always enjoy. I stayed for longer than I had intended, but managed grab a subway before it shut down for the night.
Needless to say, I'm feeling a bit sore and tired this morning. My left hamstring is tight. I don't know if this is because of my Mad Movz on the dance floor or because I had my legs crossed for part of the meal. I lingered in my forward bends during the sun salutations.
I went deeper in today's practice, playing with my edge more than I did yesterday. My Bhujapindasana gets better and better every day. Today, I even did a very decent approximation of Tittibhasana A as I was exiting. I'm not bringing my head to the floor these days, instead focusing on deepening the pose and balancing.
Supta Kurmasana absolutely rocked today.
Musical Sirsasana was Linda Ronstadt's 'Desperado' (3 minutes, 27 seconds). I was wobbly.
I'm relaxing with a cup of tea for a little while before I head to the soup kitchen to do some Karma Yoga. I still need to do some baking and my prepare my soup for the week, but after that is done, I'm sure there will be some napping! Both are great activities for a gray, snowy day.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Day 175
This is the last time I will practice on a Saturday for awhile. That is, it is until the next time I need to move my regular 'day off ' to another day - or the next time I participate in a yoga marathon like WoYoPracMo (probably not until next year). I'm eagerly looking forward to having my Saturday's off, as well as Moon Days. While I appreciate the many benefits of daily practice, it's not sustainable for me. I'm getting tired.
I woke feeling yucky this morning. I'm worried about this - it's not like me to feel so wrung out. I stayed in bed for an hour then finally got up to practice. I took it easy and had a wonderfully lazy practice. I did do the entire primary series, just not with gusto. In fact, I kind had my own vibe going there for awhile.
After the standing poses, I was feeling woozy, so I stopped to grab a bite to eat (just some trail mix to munch on and some orange juice to boost my energy level). I even made some tea and sipped it for the rest of the practice (Ashtangi Buffet!).
I decided that I was going to focus on stretching and not work very hard. I felt fabulous afterward, much better and glad I had practised.
Musical Sirsasana was Enya's song 'Flora's Secret' (4 minutes). That's the fastest four minutes I've ever experienced and headstand was the best pose of the day!
I taught a class this morning, did my regular Saturday shopping, then took a long nap (two hours) this afternoon. I think I needed the sleep and since I'm going out tonight, it's good that I took the rest while I could.
I woke feeling yucky this morning. I'm worried about this - it's not like me to feel so wrung out. I stayed in bed for an hour then finally got up to practice. I took it easy and had a wonderfully lazy practice. I did do the entire primary series, just not with gusto. In fact, I kind had my own vibe going there for awhile.
After the standing poses, I was feeling woozy, so I stopped to grab a bite to eat (just some trail mix to munch on and some orange juice to boost my energy level). I even made some tea and sipped it for the rest of the practice (Ashtangi Buffet!).
I decided that I was going to focus on stretching and not work very hard. I felt fabulous afterward, much better and glad I had practised.
Musical Sirsasana was Enya's song 'Flora's Secret' (4 minutes). That's the fastest four minutes I've ever experienced and headstand was the best pose of the day!
I taught a class this morning, did my regular Saturday shopping, then took a long nap (two hours) this afternoon. I think I needed the sleep and since I'm going out tonight, it's good that I took the rest while I could.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Day 174
My Friday teaching schedule has changed again with the addition of a new class, so no more sleeping in and lazing around until the afternoon. I was up at 5 and on the mat at 5:30. To be honest, I've really developed a deep appreciation for these early morning practices and look forward to them. This is one thing WoYoPracMo has given me - it's helped re-establish a habit of early morning yoga practice. I really look forward to these serene mornings on my mat.
Big excitement in the neighbourhood! The natural ice rink in the park was flooded for the first time last night! It wasn't cold enough earlier in the month, but it certainly is now. The city brought in some big chunks of snow last week and used a plow to form the perimeter of the rink. The rink is maintained by community volunteers, including myself. My neighbour, Ice Guy, floods the ice (usually in the middle of the night). I shovel the rink when it snows. We'll probably have ice for just a few weeks, but I'm looking forward to it because I will be able to skate with stick and puck and work on my stick handling.
I had an average practice today, nothing special. I've decided to go back to the basics a bit with Setu Bandhasana because I've been having trouble deepening that pose. Today, I did variation D in David Swenson's book, bringing my arms into something approximating bridge pose so I was up on my shoulders. I'm working on the foundation of the pose - the legs - so when I try to come up on my head, I'll have that support.
Today's Musical Sirsasana was 'I feel it all' by Feist (3 minutes, 29 seconds). I felt it all. ;-)
Big excitement in the neighbourhood! The natural ice rink in the park was flooded for the first time last night! It wasn't cold enough earlier in the month, but it certainly is now. The city brought in some big chunks of snow last week and used a plow to form the perimeter of the rink. The rink is maintained by community volunteers, including myself. My neighbour, Ice Guy, floods the ice (usually in the middle of the night). I shovel the rink when it snows. We'll probably have ice for just a few weeks, but I'm looking forward to it because I will be able to skate with stick and puck and work on my stick handling.
I had an average practice today, nothing special. I've decided to go back to the basics a bit with Setu Bandhasana because I've been having trouble deepening that pose. Today, I did variation D in David Swenson's book, bringing my arms into something approximating bridge pose so I was up on my shoulders. I'm working on the foundation of the pose - the legs - so when I try to come up on my head, I'll have that support.
Today's Musical Sirsasana was 'I feel it all' by Feist (3 minutes, 29 seconds). I felt it all. ;-)
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