day fourteen: sneak attack

I would not say that 6:30am classes are my first choice. However, once I am there, I LOVE them, nay, I LEURVE them! It was a challenge to not let my ego get in the way when my body and my muscles were SCREAMING in pain, so I only did about 40% of my max over the entire class. What an amazing practice to just hold back, hold back, hold back...conserve conserve conserve and find a way to express my practice with less. Less was totally more this morning. The truth is that the earlier I practice, the better. My body is not 100%, but it is starting to open and repair in a much happier way than it could have. What a great day!

day thirteen: post move yoga

The move today went really really well and really really quickly. It was still light outside when we were finished and I thought to myself WOW - Practice today might be easier than I thought. Which is funny because it was RIGHT before I went to bed before I actually remembered to practice. My muscles hurt like I have never remembered. The few poses that I practiced to help untie some of the tension under my skin felt like a warm, much needed, saving grace. I slept like a baby in my new room, excited about a new world.

day 12: sweaty practice without heat

I rebelled against the studio today and CELEBRATED my own practice in the small studio at the JCC. Today I listened (nay Rocked out to) the Last Five Years, which has quickly become my new favourite musical. I played with Crow and Side Crow and celebrated my body's wicked strength. These poses make me smile like a little kid and I think part of me needed this jolt of joy to help me deal with the stress of moving and a different life schedule. The coffee I had after practice definitely didn't hurt this either. I know I shouldn't be thinking this far in advance, but I'm curious about what my practice will look like tomorrow considering it is the big move-in day. It will look like awesome is what it will look like!

day eleven: disapointing but satisfying

I had the entire day off, except for teaching the 6pm class...so one would think about how easy it would be to take a class. Packing took up most of the day and when I got around to leaving for the 4:15pm flow class at downtown, I realized (half way there) that I hadn't budgeted enough time for the bike down there and I wouldn't make it. When I had realized this, I turned the bike around and went to the JCC, went in a studio room and did my own practice. There was this other guy who came in the room and he was punching the air and punching the air with weights in his hands. Kind of a weird dynamic between the two of us...but somehow it worked.

day ten: back in the studio

After a few days off from teaching, I was back at the downtown studio and took my down time between classes to do my own practice. I put on my ipod, played my loudest most energetic music and rocked it out with the sun pouring through the windows. The best part of my own practice is that I can do like 50 million crows if I want to and any other pose which I love and I can play with any other pose that I feel like playing with. It was a great practice and it felt good to get back into the swing of things.

day nine: birthday fun

The sad truth is that my day was devoted to my partner's birthday, which is in a way a practice in and of itself, but regardless I lapsed today which is something I'm not going to get attached to and just move on from. End of story.

day eight: Before you go to bed at night

Busy day, but admittedly I was also being a little bit of a slacker about my practice today. It came into my life before I retired to bed. A few child's poses, pigeon, fire log and any other pose I could think of at the time that was restorative and something which would allow me to sleep a bit better. Sleeping on a blow up mattress is fun, but anything to make you more sleepy to carry you through the night is always a bonus.