I have not had much free time to post about my progress. That’s what happens when I focus on practicing yoga, pranayama, meditation and mindful living, all while holding down a 9-5 job and balancing family life. Some things get squeezed off the schedule. Or there just is not enough mental energy to sit down and digest the whole vinyasa of life. Rather than being something like a retreat (single-minded concentration) or a bootcamp, it’s more a question of consciously interweaving the yoga-plus with my daily routine.
Ice and fire
Last weekend, I did not take any classes. On Saturday, all class at Thrive Yoga were cancelled because we had our first snow/ice/slush/rain event of the winter and no one could make any plans overnight. Then, on Sunday, I went to class, but we got no further than the opening chants when we smelled burning plastic. Out in the hallway, a candle had somehow lit up some personal belongings that may have been hung too close (or fallen on the candle or whatever). Flames were climbing the walls, and smoke covered the ceiling. Fire alarms went off. Luckily, there were lots of blankets to throw on the fire and it was brought under control quickly. We hauled the smoldering debris outside. Susan and Dave got to explain to the Fire Department how it all happened. Ironically, a hook-and-ladder truck, plus an ambulance, a fire truck and assorted cops, arrived to deal with a fire in a lower level/basement of a strip mall. I decided to go to the gym to do some aerobic exercise. Thrive Yoga reopened later in the afternoon so there was no serious damage done. My yoga sessions that weekend were all at home, but I did get back to Thrive for a class on Monday evening.
It was unfortunate that I did not get to any classes over the weekend because I had had my first massage therapy session in over a month, and wanted to gauge how my body would respond on the mat. Howard Rontal had been traveling over the Holidays so we took a break, and I’ve cut back from once a week to twice a month. For the first session, we started working from the feet up, and made it up to my hamstrings. My tissues had tightened up substantially over the past month, despite my own attempts at self-massage, and we needed the full hour to peel away the superficial layers of tension. I am looking forward to combining the rigors of my 40-day challenge with bodywork. In my classes since the therapy, I can tell that there are some sharp contrast between muscles that I have habitually used (and overused) in my practice and more raw tissues that have been opened up by the therapy session.