These moments of quiet are few and far between. Since this youngster has arrived in our house, our world has been whirling and twirling and in a constant state of flux.
Nonetheless, we’re going to miss this guy.
Froggie Yoga
I’m trying to name the yoga posture (asana) that my little bathtub companion has taken. It’s not quite bakasana (crane pose); it’s something else.
Perhaps it’s an asana-yet-to-be-discovered. I mean, if you look back in yoga history, as I did briefly in an amazing lecture I took over the weekend, you can see that yoga today has taken on a new form. It’s fascinating stuff — although half of it was over my head. There’s no telling where yoga will go from here. Most certainly, there’s no telling where my yoga practice will go from here.
to hell and beyond
“Hell week,” as they call it, has come to an end…and now the fun really begins. And by “fun,” I mean “work.” HARD WORK!
YaYa, who is still rubbing arnica gel on his left forearm and taking doses of acetaminophen and ibuprofen for total body soreness thinks the end of hell week means things will settle into a more routine level of work. That it will…but only after the increased intensity of toughness is built.
I suppose it’s not unlike the base building, followed by long run progression to “peak performance,” in marathon training. I realize this isn’t about running but I have to draw parallels to what I know.
Now that the team has logged their 10 hours of conditioning, their base conditioning has a nice foundation. From here, they will enter into full pads and starting hitting it full force, build a nice base in-pads, and continue on towards peak performance. And hopefully, their “peak” will be marked with a nice helping of success (though I’m simply praying for no serious injuries) as our league steps it up and enters into our 1st year of Division 1 competition!
Please join me in wishing the boys a great season. Leave your comments here.
why isn’t everything coming up roses?
That’s a rhetorical question, actually. But as I look around my yards — dying front lawn despite my efforts to keep it watered, ripped up back lawn thanks to Simba (aka Lil Yelp) running circles around it like a tasmanian devil — I wonder how these beautiful roses managed to survive.
Simple. Beautiful. And always bringing a smile to my face.
slug like
Lately, I’ve felt like a slug. I move slowly, dragging my body here and there…or so it seems. And no matter what I do, I cannot seem to kick it into gear.
But I’m trying. Trying to take it easy on body and on my mind…and let go of the tendency to fall into self pity or self bashing. I am trying to be patient and let the healing take place.
I can tell you, it’s not easy. All I think about is my upcoming yoga training & retreat in Dharamsala. I must be healthy by then. I MUST!
Then there is that half marathon that I am registered to run in October. It seems far off but I know it will be here soon enough — and I am NOT RUNNING. *sigh*
Did I say, I was trying? I am.
OM…..