So tired these past few days.
Good practice at home this morning, after Weds Mysore, a very brief Thursday morning practice, and led on Friday. Wasn't very flowing, but felt strong and flexible. Binding Marichyasanas.
Also, on Friday I found shoulder stand too painful for my shoulder, but this morning it was fine.
Janu B is coming along. I find it particularly hard to maintain the integrity of the straight leg in this pose - stopping it from rolling out. But that's getting easier.
Hot water bottle is on my shoulder as I type . . .
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Get yourself a Backnobber for your shoulder, I have been converted by my Teacher and Super Susan.
ReplyDeleteYowzers. I'd be scared of making it worse with that!
ReplyDeleteOne of the many things I'm wondering if I should have googled from a work PC . . .
Dear Ragdoll, as a fellow ashtanga yogi I've just discovered your blog and wanted to say firstly how inspiring and funny it is, so down-to-earth and comforting! And secondly, I too am typing with a hot water bottle on my shoulder - you're not alone!
ReplyDeleteNamaste, Jess
I use mine after practice, stops things getting too rigid.
ReplyDeleteSome words make us Brits laugh ( my American teacher who introduced me to the Backnobber couldn't understand why people laughed) also I used to have a German Boss, his name was Herr Bonk, which made the girls in the office crack up when he gave his name over the phone. Someone had to explain to him what Bonk meant in English slang, after which he introduced himself as "Mr Bank"!
Crikey but I'm rubbish at keeping up with comments!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words, Jess, hope the hot-water bottle is doing your shoulder as much good as it does mine!
My sense of humour is pretty much that of a 14 year old boy, Globie. A 14 year old boy with a surprising vocabulary, anyway. Loving 'Mr Bank', I sometimes have to struggle to remain professional with some of my students' names. And I once dated someone whose surname was Dick. Friends helpfully pointed out that if we married and I took his name, my real name becomes an adjective . . .