today i'm having a party. right now. all by my lonesome on sunday morning. my party consists of eating red licorice while my steel cut oats simmer. that's right...candy before breakfast...uh-huh...
charlie's still at ouray until tomorrow night, so i took the occasion of my zone diet boyfriend being out of town to go down the forbidden aisles of the grocery store. since thursday morning, i've been consuming a steady diet of "non-zone" red licorice, coconut macaroons, chocolate, nacho chips with cheese dip, and pasta. all the stuff i gaze longingly at as we pass by with our cart filled with egg substitute, reduced fat cheese, whey protein and zone bars. don't get me wrong...the zone definitely works...but every once in a while i get these amazing cravings and a slice of wheat toast with yogurt on it just doesn't cut it...
the other thing i've been thinking about enough these past few days to finally act upon is getting some workshops going at the studio. i love workshops because they tend to light the fire of possiblity...there's so much more time to spend on the progression of a posture that students begin to see the synthesis and understand that with practice they might be able to get there. the class is filled with those moments of realization where you can literally see the dots connecting. usually it's in direct conjunction with overcoming fear...empowering, that! inversions, vinyasa transitions, arm balances...the stuff i'm addicted to. addiction...attachment...i know...i guess i'll just have to do more yoga to learn to let go.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
it's either working, or it's absolutely not...
i forgot what it's like to be a student...it's been too, too long...
i forgot about those moments during practice when my breath fades ever so slightly, just enough for me to hear the sound of breath in the room and remember why i'm there. just enough to remind me why people all over the world gather in sweaty little rooms to do their personal practice in community.
and then the weird guy comes up to me after class, compelled for some reason to tell me that kino macgregor teaches women to jump through with their legs crossed instead of straight...? aparently this...ummm...gentleman...thinks that women are intimidated by the idea of straight-legged jumps-throughs because we have skinny little arms. fascinating! were we in the same room during class? oh yeah, we were...he was next to me, staring while i pressed from tittibhasana up into handstand...staring while i pressed from uttanasana up into handstand, legs together...straight...guess he was too busy to stare during the vinyasas to see that i jump through with straight legs. i say this not to toot a horn about my practice, but to help explain the reason for my confusion. does weird guy think i'm doing it wrong? does he want me to think i'm doing it wrong? i'm baffled...i suppose some men are intimidated by women who are stronger than they are...
so i took a deep breath and smiled, and said "oh, that's interesting!"...and made a mental note that if he's there next time i go, i wait to see where he puts his mat so i can put mine as far away as possible...
either my yoga is working, or it's absolutely not.
i forgot about those moments during practice when my breath fades ever so slightly, just enough for me to hear the sound of breath in the room and remember why i'm there. just enough to remind me why people all over the world gather in sweaty little rooms to do their personal practice in community.
and then the weird guy comes up to me after class, compelled for some reason to tell me that kino macgregor teaches women to jump through with their legs crossed instead of straight...? aparently this...ummm...gentleman...thinks that women are intimidated by the idea of straight-legged jumps-throughs because we have skinny little arms. fascinating! were we in the same room during class? oh yeah, we were...he was next to me, staring while i pressed from tittibhasana up into handstand...staring while i pressed from uttanasana up into handstand, legs together...straight...guess he was too busy to stare during the vinyasas to see that i jump through with straight legs. i say this not to toot a horn about my practice, but to help explain the reason for my confusion. does weird guy think i'm doing it wrong? does he want me to think i'm doing it wrong? i'm baffled...i suppose some men are intimidated by women who are stronger than they are...
so i took a deep breath and smiled, and said "oh, that's interesting!"...and made a mental note that if he's there next time i go, i wait to see where he puts his mat so i can put mine as far away as possible...
either my yoga is working, or it's absolutely not.
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