Yesterday I went to a day-long writing seminar sponsored by the Washington Post and the Poynter Institute called Write Your Heart Out, Washington. The Post speakers were David Finkel, Bob Woodward, DaNeen Brown and Ezra Klein while Stephen Buckley (Dean of Faculty) and Roy Peter Clark (Senior Teacher) of the Poynter Institute served as moderators. It was held at the Post headquarters where I had not visited in 15 years.
In a sense, I was revisiting the passion of my former livelihood, when I was a freelance journalist in Peru pitching story ideas and sweating deadlines. It reminded me that I really loved the intellectual challenge of explaining a country as challenging as Peru and finding news sources who could give a story an extra-dimension or a good quote. People and their lives were adrenaline for my beat. Anyone interested can check out some of my old stories on my other site, Peruvian Graffiti.
I went to my standard weekend yoga sessions: a kick-ass vinyasa 2/3 class with Susan Bowen and a remedial hatha class with Marylou McNamara, both at Thrive Yoga. The first pushes me aerobically until I have to fall into child’s pose and makes me tackle poses that are at or beyond my edge, while the second allows me to slow down, feel the nuances of basic poses, identify more clearly which muscles I need to release and which ones I should flex. In the first classes, I am usually moving through poses so quickly that I don’t think too much about what I’m doing, while in the second I notice in which poses I start to feel resistance and to hold back. It certainly means that I don’t fall into a rut with my yoga routines.
As I am breaking through the ossified restrictions of my hips and lower back (mentioned in a post last week), I can tell that my muscles have to relearn the poses. Balancing poses are especially hard because I was doing them in an impaired way in the past. Balance requires a lot of micro-adjustments all along the skeletal frame, from the soles of the feet to the ankles, to the knees, up to the hips, and finally the torso. In the past, my hips were locked down, immobile, frozen in muscular tension. That means that my balance had to come from either the play in my legs or my torso, which was really handicapping my equilibrium.
For the first time in tree pose (Vrksasana), I am able to place my foot on my thigh, instead of lower down on my leg, on my calf or ankle. But my butt seems to be swimming around all over the place. I just don’t have the micro-adjustments to keep me balanced.
Another issue with my balance is that I am developing peripheral neuropathy, meaning that I have numbness on the soles of my feet and also feel pin pricks on my feet, especially when my shoes are off. Although I can’t say it prevents me from balancing, it probably does impair my balance because I can make the subtle, almost instinctive micro-movements to keep me in equilibrium.
I suspect that I am lagging in strength and endurance by taking the softer classes, but I want to relearn the poses. Looking back, I feel that by emphasizing an upbeat practice, I was “locking in” my stiffness, which may have been one of the issues that led to my knee injury.