Today, I practiced full-on. A first since I broke my hand back in June. Yeah, I did Second Series once, and a number of times, I did essentially vinyasa-less Primary, not to mention, venturing into Jivamukti, Bikram and Pure Yoga for classes. But today, I got on the mat in the mid-afternoon, and despite having a peanut butter and banana sandwich for breakfast and a Cliff Bar for lunch, I managed to flow through Full Standing, Half Primary and Full Second, with so little in the way of distraction and what I have come to refer to as “yoga stylin’s”, that I managed to finish the entire deal in 85 minutes.
85 Minutes! The way it should be done, in my opinion. But how often can I do things exactly the way I think they should be done. Granted, I am still sitting in lotus as I write this. So, maybe add a minute or two to the whole thing, and let the record reflect: I didn’t do Savasana.
Sing it, like Kelly Clarkson, “Oh, no, I do not TAKE REST! I go fast.”
And I also listened to a mixture of tunes from my iPod that ranged from the old standby “Alone” by Ansar (“Lokah Samastha Sukhino Bhavantu…” sung by lucious female voices and accompanied by a driving trance beat) to that Taylor Swift song about Romeo and Juliet (how friggin cute is that song?!) to Gaga (Poker Face) to Brit Brit (“If You Seek Amy”).
Ah, the freedom of self practice.
As the Om instructors used to say: “JUICY!!!”
Now I am meeting a friend in the city. Hope I can keep my eyes open since I was up til 3 reading a really stupidly enthralling book by Anita Shreve (she wrote “Light On Snow”, probably the only book of hers worth reading, but still I try). Woke up midway through the morning, did some gardening, took some photos, went to the fish market…blah blah blah.
Since I get so easily addicted to the attention, I must think of something adequately pot-stirring to post to the Huff Post. Sooner rather than later, before I fall away into oblivion again.