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June 13, 2006
Who's Your Teacher?
The Daughter is out for summer vacation already which means that, on certain days, most especially Tuesdays and Thursdays, practice is where I can get it. The Husband is in OC on T/TH so it's me and The Nanny covering... today was one such day. Since I couldn't get The Daughter covered until 9:30, I relied on Kiran's noon class... the one where half the room is doing Mysore and the other half Kiran is leading. I decided I really felt like having an extra ooomph of energy today so I drank two shots of espresso this morning. It really makes me zoom since most days I have a cup of Yerba Matte only. Practice started off groovy because the hamstrings are way happier at noon than they are at 7am... In one of my last downward dogs, Kiran arrived and said "Tim is here." I was confused, here as in like at the club? Why would Tim be at the club? I said "What." She said "Tim is here." I said "Tim who?" She said "Your teacher, Tim is in town, why are you here?" Ah, it's the old fit in the practice where I get it routine and Kiran is an extraordinary teacher to have to fall back on :)
I have worked out a practice that seems to fit into the designated 11:45-1:30 time slot I have:
3 As
3 Bs
All of standing
seated - skipping Janu B & C
skip vinyasa between sides in Mari A, instead put leg over shoulder, lift and cross ankles
seated to Konasana... then skip to second
all of my second series poses
finishing
Today I even did a couple research poses for Kapotasana... I'm sorry to say that it didn't help. We even did a chant in honor of JMS before I went back: "Kapotasana will be extraordinary... extraordinary... extraordinary." Kapotasana was still an exercise in breath retention and fear... I'm cool once I get back there...but as soon as the adjustment pulls my hips and tries to arch my back more I cramp up, hold my breath, grunt and freak out. Kapotasana... how will I grow to love you?
Backbends... 3... up... down... up... down .... up... down... up... dropbacks... no issues. I noted today, however, that I have a definitive pull through the "incision/tacked" area on my left breast. It really hinders my ability to push through the sternum.
The Husband did the class with me today (well he did the led class)... interesting. On the one hand I find my ego wants him to look at me and go "WOW that's my wife!" On the other, it's just yoga and it's just my practice.
When The Nanny got home from picking up The Daughter she told me that the playdate's mom said "Julie has the best body of anyone I know." I guffawed and then realized it was a nice compliment. When I look in the mirror all I see is a big ass and horrendously cellulite thighs (I actually like the rest of me)... we all have our own mirror distortions... it seems like this message is all around me lately. Yesterday at the gas station The Husband and I pulled in behind a woman who was clearly anorexic. There was no question. I know some girls who many people secretly assume are anorexic but this girl was clear as mud not eating. You could see the bones within her arms, you could see where the bones interconnected... her head was bigger than her body, distorted... she looked like she might break. I noticed some jutting in her ab... as if she is also (and most likely) very malnourished. I noticed the thought cross my mind "Well, I'd rather be really skinny like that than have my big ass." I immediately admonished myself... where did that stupid idea come from? Then suddenly I was just hungry all afternoon... really hungry. I have noticed of late that I haven't been eating much... was too busy to eat... now I just want junk food. Perhaps it is hormonal.
The Son is having a playdate as I type. The boy is really cute and sweet and The Daughter is in love with him. You should see her little eyes when she's in the room with him. You should see how she shows off for his benefit. I don't know if he is aware of this or cares. He definitely integrates her into their play which is interesting given that The Son would prefer she lived on the moon most of the time. Overall, however, it is truly terrifying. How can she "like" someone at the age of 5. SHE'S FIVE!!!! Man, girls start early and boys are clueless from the beginning ;)
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