Getting my practice taken apart and put back together at the moment. Because of dire warnings from the physio (OK, not that 'dire' but still, I got a bit of a supportive ticking off) I was ready to step down a little, and try and focus in particular on the vinyasa between poses, as I'm aware that these often don't get the tlc they deserve.
As well as giving them (and my core) more focus by stepping forward and keeping lifted for longer, instead of the 'jump and collapse' that too often happens, H has got me making sure I'm genuinely moving into and out of plank. I wasn't. I'm still not 100% sure I am - use of the mirror has helped, I'm slowly getting more of a feel.
I'm also struggling for time, as my Dad is staying with me just now - though he's with NorthernSister this morning, I promise I'm not blogging at the family breakfast table! - and that's lovely but also discombobulating. I felt quite unravelled by the time I left him with my sister yesterday. And I think right now yoga isn't the great friend who takes a minimum of work to keep me supported. It's taking a lot more concentration in terms of body positioning, I'm learning things all over again and it's cognitive hard work, and physically too, but not in the cardiovascular way that I'm craving just now.
I've got back into swimming, but the times I can do that are really limited too.
And it's raining. Bah. Humbug.
Still though, the Olympics are on. Please imagine a smiley face here, if you must.
Tim Miller's Ashtanga Yoga Center 2007
15 hours ago