Yesterday, I practiced with a friend, and since it was kind of more about his practice than mine, and he has issues with the Marichyasanas, and I really like helping people with the Marichyasanas, my Primary Series suffered (I use that term loosely) a bit. And by “suffered”, I merely mean that I didn’t get very sweaty, and I didn’t get into any pose particularly deeply.
When it came time to do backbends, although I didn’t feel warm, and I didn’t even feel like doing them, I pressed up and did three miserable backbends from the ground. No surprise there. But then my friend asked me if I was going to try to do some dropbacks. I wouldn’t have if he hadn’t egged me on. And so, I did. And guess what? The first one, I got up like the usual stoned monkey. But the second one…it was like someone was lifting me up. I stood up, head (nearly) last, with a look of shock and delight plastered on my face. Since I did THAT after having dropped back and holding the backbend for five breaths, I thought to myself: what could I do if I were to drop back and immediately come back up?
And so I did.
And it felt lovely, and whatever it looked like, it felt right. The standing up is coming. I think maybe the beautiful backbends that some of you all do may never be coming for me. My arms may always be at angles to my rib cage. My kapotasana may never be achieved without growing my toenails Howard Hughes-long. But if in the dead of winter, after an unremarkable practice and three rather depressign Urdvha Dhanurasanas, I am able to pull off standing up three times in a row, three for three, I’m thinking….I just might be able to claim a workmanlike standup from a dropback as part of my repertoire one of these days.
Now, if I could only make my lazy ass practice today.