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July 5, 2005
The Power of Love
Yesterday, the Fourth of July, I got up early for the 7am Mysore practice. Having had such a wonderful, energetic and completely immersed practiced the day before, I was a complete wreck on Monday. Of course, I was practicing next to the ever so silent and amazing Jason so my thudding and scrambling was infinitely noticeable to me. It must have been something in the air though because a few people were noticeably struggling in places they don't normally struggle.
We took the kids to a pool party all afternoon yesterday... sun... swim... lots of food... wine.... then raced home for our own family BBQ. My father just bought this new hot rod car... a 65 something or other, all tricked out for racing, 400 horses, headers, etc. Since we had accidently left the bathing suits at the first party, I used the excuse to try out the car. It's a loud car. The steering wheel squeaks but other than that the car is totally tricked out. Everytime it switched into second gear it did this big jerk... eventually my father told me that I was babying the car so when we got on the freeway to come back home I put the metal down and lo and behold, those 400 horses have some kick to them!!!! All was well and good until I realized how fast I was going and said that I should slow down as there would be a lot of cops out... as soon as I said it, I looked in the rear view and see a motorcycle cop coming up behind me... fast... down an on-ramp. We were both fairly certain, given the car, the noise and the speed he was coming for me... I said "Well, we'll just tell him I was trying to figure this car out." When suddenly, the cop, who was literally ON my tail at this point, swerved around me and nailed this Mercedes that had just passed me, clearly clueless the cop was there. No dumb cop... and lucky for me.
After our own little BBQ (read more food but only one glass of wine) we went up to the cliffs overlooking the Del Mar Fair and waited for the fireworks. It's a pretty popular spot amongst the locals and this year was no exception. We got a great lookout point though... but 9pm is pushing it for a 4 year old and we didn't end up in bed until midnight. WAY late for me.
So it was no surprise that our whole household slept in a bit late today... except me. My 3rd to last practice so I was up on time to take my thyroid meds, eat my yogurt and get the kids ready for school (The Son started summer camp today. When I pulled into the parking lot for practice, the 7am class was already shuffling out... 15 minutes early. I asked one of the girls and she said that in honor of tomorrow's moon they had taken it easy only doing vinyasa between poses. No such leeway for Mysore practice :) Today wasn't as bad as yesterday though I still felt heavy. My biceps felt sore and tender for some reason I still haven't figured out. Though I was next to JMS again today I felt some wierd energy from the other side of me which distracted me a bit. I didn't get a single adjustment today... not a one... noticeably odd for me but also sorta groovy, I was just doing my own thing. So practice was pretty good, not great, not extra groovy but good. I got to backbends (I've been doing Ustrasana twice and taking my time then jumping through to setu bandhasana without making eye contact with Tim :> that's my strategy at the moment :>) -- my backbends felt awesome again today. I really enjoyed them. Tim came by thinking I was done and I even told him to go away so I could do two more. I've decided this is the power of thought... positivity... I KNOW I've only got 12 backbends left to do so savor them, remember them... and I appear to be doing just that. Force of the hand I guess... When Tim came to help me to standing he did something different... he put his finger into my sacrum and pushed, nothing else. I knew he wanted me to try and get up but I wasn't sure how to go about it, I tried once then he put a bit more pressure and I came up... he only had this hand there so it seemed like it was a lot more of my effort. When I stood up I said "That was a new way." He just grunted. Dropbacks were good and then he did the same thing on the way up from the assisted dropbacks. I wonder how long it will take me to get that front stretch again now that I actually really like it.
Today I noticed a bunch of people doing wierd sequences. A lot of people were doing Eka Pada Raja Kaptoasana. Some did it early in second, some did it after assisted dropbacks. I saw one person do Vishwamitrasana before Kapotanasana. I always wonder how people learn to do these, what I guess they are considering research poses. Tim doesn't teach research poses and I guess I don't study enough because I don't know which research poses are for which poses :)
When I got home I spent a half hour on the phone with the hospital doing the pre-op interview. It's all becoming a bit real.. I'm a bit anxious... This time next week I won't have real breasts anymore. Wierd. With tomorrow being a moon day, no practice. Maybe I'll do some stretching anyway...
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