I am so so so not loving Kapotasana. Funny because I love all of Second Series up to that point, and I love it after that, right up to Eka Pada, despite that I cannot hold my leg behind my head by myself.
It just really sucks to be so inept, so strangely inept at something, disproportionately inept compared to how I am at the rest of what I do in terms of asana. Yeah, my driste could use work, so I won’t say “in terms of yoga” because that would open up a whole can o’ worms. So, let’s leave it at “asana”.
Today, the Good Doctor tried to shake my back into submission, which strangely enough, seems to make some sort of intuitive sense. It’s like my back is desperate to crack and just simply refuses. I did manage to touch both pinky toes at the same time after a lot of fighting and struggling and shaking and, jeeezus, why do I do this? This must sound INSANE to anyone who doesn’t practice Ashtanga. I can just imagine someone from Om reading this and going, “WHY would anyone ever want to be YANKED into a yoga pose?”
I don’t know why. I just do.
Even when I say I’m hating it.
I had ZERO intention of practicing Second Series today, and I still did it. When I got past Setu Bhandasana, I just wanted to keep going. This, despite that I told my friend, S, as we walked in, that I was ONLY going to practice Primary. ONLY. As if. S, if you’re reading this, you should never believe me when I say I am only practicing Primary. Even if I want it to be true, it just cannot be. Given the choice, I think I will always press on.
Meanwhile, I am totally uninspired for this week’s Huffington Post. I might have to skip it entirely, which is fine. I have no output requirement. But I do like the feeling of accomplishment of writing an actual essay and seeing it published by someone other than myself.
Any ideas? I’m taking requests.