There is nothing like jet lag to resuscitate a defunct morning (or any) practice. I knew what to expect (dread) after 6+ weeks of yoga dearth, leading up to which I had degenerated to maybe one practice a week of getting my arse handed to me by the sequence — Full Primary plus Intermediate up to dwi pada sirsasana — in all of duration, energy and physicality.
So I knew what to expect (dread) when I tiptoed onto the mat yesterday. It became clear there was little point to go beyond Half Primary if even attempting jumping back/through was beyond my body’s ability to support it’s own weight. The past two weeks of dolce vita in Italy (read: Project “Consume Maximum Possible Pasta and Wine”) may have been adding to the load.
I also have more than an inkling of what to expect (dread) upon my return to the office later this a.m. judging from the email flow. It was a glorious vacay; there will be some Pain for the next while.
I’d say my life has been a bit “Leaning Tower of Pisa” — doing well, albeit unbalanced and a constant piece of work.
Anyhoo, less chit chat, more mat! Ciao for now <3