I’m going to tell you right now that beach yoga and photography made me feel foolish. Just in case you haven’t caught that yet. My experience made me feel like I was unreasonable. I mean it was a nice quiet beach and I had nowhere else to be. I’ll admit the photography wasn’t necessary. At all. I have one great video where I’m flowing and huge wave came up and I had to chase it to get my phone before it drowned. With that, I leave you with this:
I love looking at other people’s complicated and sophisticated yoga poses on the beach. Show me how bendy you really are. I think it’s so cool! Obviously the physical part of yoga is just a small piece of a bigger puzzle. Therefore, I can’t compare myself to others based on their physical practice. It’s not healthy. Sometimes we all do it anyway. I think. I DO have funny stories of me doing stupid shit that prohibits me from obtaining ultimate bendiness. Let me tell you about it.
Anyway. Here is my warrior 2 with eagle arms, and that’s because from jumping on the bed and sleeping funny and sitting on airplanes, my shoulders actually felt like they were going to pop. After a huge long $50 90 minute Mexican massage, I still had a knot the size of Montana next to my spine were I landed in bed-jumping a few days prior. I may never actually jump on a bed again.
I DO win extra yoga points in my head for attempting to cure this horrible problem by breathing into that knot and acknowledging that ignoring it will not help. Always pay attention when shit hurts. I learned that the hard way. Also knew attempting a pose I’m not ready would be silly.
Can you hold poses like warrior 2 with strength, love and integrity? That to me, is good yoga. Can you notice what makes you uncomfortable and accept it? That’s what’s up.
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I feel like my last post was pretty insightful. Now let’s get a little silly, but still realistic.
A towel never would have withstood the wind, and I didn’t even mess with attempting to bring a mat on the plane.
One of the problems I encountered during my beach flow is I just really wanted to lay down and flop around. I will mention something about waves in another post- but the sand was WAY too hot.
Too hot for my feet, never mind if I was going to try sitting down for a forward fold or butterfly. All poses that I would have liked to do sitting down, had to be attempted standing up. This includes getting kinks out from sitting on airplanes to get to Mexico City and then to the beach.
The conclusion and point is, my practice usually includes me rolling on the floor in my sweats, so in this way beach yoga was not good for my low-key (maybe sometimes lazy…) yoga lifestyle.
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….From going crazy soon. I want a full day of light and warmth. A lot of my social media stuff has been about working out lately. Working out is cool but what’s going inside everyone’s heads right about now? SPRRRRIIIINGGGGGG!!!!
Most of us tend to look inward during the winter. Me? I’m around people so often that once the days are short and cold you’d be hard pressed for me to respond to a text, let alone see me in person or catch me ready to hang out. Once March rolls through and the snow begins to melt (ahem, except when we have last minute nor’easters!), I feel happy and hopeful. My favorite seasons are May and June. Once that Justin Timberlake meme starts rolling through my social media I know it’s “GO” time again.
Daylight savings means spring is coming. I tend to wake up and move outward. Clean out my house (sort of), open the windows, and reconnect with anyone I may have neglected during the winter. Last spring I *really* tried to be the best person I could be- but hey shit happens. All the warm weather and yoga and running and sometimes we still lose our shit. Watching my dog slowly die for several months being one of them. Getting injured in Boston- and beginning my spring with a big rain cloud over my head. What will change this year?
As I turn a new leaf I want to make space to foster positive energy. My intention is that I think about things I like to do and what I’m passionate about- and do them with purpose, grace, and love. My hope is that everyone else can do that, too.
Frog, or, we will call it “angry frog” is a huge athlete stretch in my book. It stretches your inner hips and groin- and can lesson likely hood of knee injuries. The anger and strong sensation in this pose subside a little with fun memories. We used to do this pose every day for roller derby- which was a safe place to be silly with your friends- and my teammates would have twerking and booty shaking contests from this stretch.
This pose can be a lot when you are quiet in a yin position for what feels like a million years. It pulls all the connective tissue, and you can pretty much feel stuck like that. If you can breathe through, you’ll walk different when you’re done (probably).
Anyway, it’s all in context. Stretching for thirty seconds while shaking your booty with your friends – this pose isn’t so bad. Really holding and opening that connective tissue hurts and activates anger for me- but it’s always worth it.
In this picture I’m sternly contemplating how I️ can painlessly undo this pose- so not mindful here. Also I️ have a crooked hip. Also extremely uncomfortable.
I’m going to release this series with a disclaimer: these are all in jest. A pose is different every time you do it. If you change the way you approach and perceive a pose, use your body to breathe into it, and let go of your shit- you can transform any pose. That being said, different poses hit different meridian lines that may trigger different feelings. Some of these just make me uncomfortable.
It doesn’t necessarily make me angry, mostly just nervous. I️ don’t even know how I️ got my feet as far into Lotus as they are for this picture!
The biggest problem with Lotus is if I️ my hips are flexible that day chances are my ankles are stiff. Once I tie my legs up into their spot my other problem is staying that way. Every second in Lotus is like an eternity for me. Then, whenever I️ come out, I️ have to physically pry my feet apart. Then they snap into the floor and make a loud bang and it hurts.
Ever since Chicago my hamstrings have really been telling me to go fuck my self. Actually my right one is a lot more angry at me than my left. As you can see I️ can’t get very far. Shit hurts. Can’t fold over my leg- and this is my agreeable side.
I’ve never been a “split” person. It’s amazing when you’re looking around the room (bad bad yogi- just focus on yourself) at who can and can’t do a split. I️ think you’re either a split person or you’re not. I️ see 90 year old ladies just pop into splits. What! Splits are mind blowing to me.
I️ may have told this story before. Oh well… The only time I️ ever almost did a split I️ was doing it out of anger. I️ was thinking about how much I hate racism, not focusing on my breath, and pushing down prying my hips open with my fists digging into my mat with every ounce of strength and anger I️ had. Yeah no. Anger works with all my other hobbies but not really yoga. When I️ realized I️ was going to pop my hip off and go to the hospital in one more second I️ laughed and stopped.