Get out those ice skates, my friends…

Hell finally froze over. After 15 long months, and I know it was long for you too, I finally got a new pose! And another! I cruised through Baddha Konasana and got Upavishta Konasana. Hooray! Getting new poses rules!

I was not really surprised that I didn’t get Supta Konasana, although I thought it was possible that I might, since Baddha, Upavishta and Supta all kind of go together, and it’s not like there was anything for me to learn really. I mean, Sir knows that I studied these poses with Lori, in depth, and he didn’t even carry forward any pretense of having to teach me them. He just said, “take Baddha Konasana” and “OK, Upavishta Konasana”. To me, the natural break point would seem to be after the three Konasanas. Then Supta Padangushtasana. Then Ubaya Padangushtasana and Urdvha Mukkha Paschimatannasana. And finally Setu Bandasana.

But what the hell do I know?

Ever since practice, I’ve been running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Sorry for the graphic, vegans of the world. I had to pick up more random stuff to pack for the kids for camp. I can’t believe the trucking company comes on Monday to pick up the trunks. It’s insane. They’re going to have like two pairs of shorts to wear for two weeks. Then I had to pick up Adam and get over to his last Tae Kwon Do practice before his promotion test. I usually don’t stick around while he’s practicing, but since he has to have his promotion test a week early due to leaving for camp before the school year is over (!), I had to endure two hour of Yaso, Daso, whatever, whatever and the grouchy stares of the head of the Dojo. It’s name is a-MAN-da. I am pretty sure that makes it a woman. But, good lord, you would never know from looking at him, I mean her, I mean, him, I mean her, I mean, oh, who the hell knows? Anyway, we have to call it Man. I mean M’am. Or is it actually Man? Whatever. For those who don’t know, this formality is how I came to give Sir his nom de plume on this here blog. But I digress. Ma’m does not like when I do yoga in the dojo, even if I am just stretching out a bit. And every time I change sitting positions, she shoots me an impatient stare as if to say, “I told you NO YOGA in the dojo!”

And just as I get home, I realize that I have to leave again to teach a led class at a gym up here on the East Side.

Oh, I almost forgot…I met one of my readers today. In the dressing room of Shala X.

“Are you Yoga Chickie?”

That sent the girls in the dressing room, most of whom were in the teacher training with me and who know about Yoga Chickie, into fits of giggles.

Very nice meeting you, S! And all the way from Austraaaalia!!

YC

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7 Responses to Get out those ice skates, my friends…

  1. laksmi says:

    I’m going to be the first one to congratulate you. And like a true ashtangi, you immediately started thinking about the other poses. Nice on.

  2. Debby says:

    As for the dojo head: think about the name. A man. Duh.

  3. skelly says:

    Congratulations! I hope you are your new asana have much fun together πŸ™‚

  4. laksmi says:

    oh, I meant ‘nice one’. I must be cheri because I can’t spell.

  5. Elaina says:

    HURRAY!!! Congrats YC πŸ™‚ I look forward to reading about your adventures with your new poses!

  6. Vanessa says:

    Congratulations! Full primary is coming, madam.

  7. kayla says:

    Congratulations on your new postures!! It couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person. πŸ˜‰

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