Goodbye Ordinary

Archive for April 2013

It’s here. The last day of April. The last day of the Main Street Yoga April yoga challenge. Day 30. I am finished. I did it! 30 days for $30.

All those hearts are MINE! ūüėÄ ‚̧

It’s an ending but also just the beginning as I continue on my journey with The Ultimate Yogi. I get to reacquaint myself with Travis Eliot. I’ll reestablish my love/hate relationship with him (emphasis on the love… though sometimes I really have to grit my teeth during his practices and remember to BREATHE).

The end of the month of April is so bittersweet. I love my fellow Main Street yogarians. The community that Kath has brought together there is just amazing. So much positive qi (chi). You can’t hang out with those people and ever feel like you’re less. They bring out the best of you (well, me).

Looking back on this month, it’s been such a transformative journey already. April started with craziness for me. It was freezing. The morning practices would start in blackness and some days even finish dark. There was frost & the need to blast the heat on high for half of my trip to the studio. The days have now lengthened. The sun is already on the rise when my alarm goes off in the morning, and the sun is still on it’s descent after the evening class is finished. It’s been warm enough to wear a sundress, without also wearing goosebumps. It’s been rainy and miserable. It’s been sunny and beautiful.

Every time I meet my mat, I’m different. The mat, the postures, the space, they are all the same. But I am different. Each time I’m more in tune with my body. Getting to know what it needs, what it means when it feels a certain way.¬†One day I may be¬†vulnerable, the next needy, or strong, weak, wild, spunky, scared, timid, joyful. Some days I’m just existing. Other days I am alive, pulsing with the prana, feeling the breath awaken the dusty depths of my soul.

Every day I am different.

Every time I get on my mat, I am transformed.

Thank you Kath, for the start of this beautiful transformation.



A big congratulatory “Om” to all of my yogis that completed the April challenge, and to all of those that are starting their own.



It’s Monday morning. *Happy sigh*

Yes, you read that right… happy.

I don’t recall many Mondays in my life that I’ve woken up and felt so ready to go. I’m all smiley and chipper and it’s not even 8 am. I haven’t even ate breakfast OR had coffee. It’s all yoga.

If you are NOT a morning person, and definitely NOT a Monday morning person. You should try it. It’s, as one of my bff would say,¬†amazeballs.

Like 99% of the practices, yoga was just what I needed it to be this morning. I got there and my neck felt stiff. My spine felt a bit compressed and I just wanted to roll around, self soothing, and go back to bed. The practice Kath led was all about back and front today. The antagonists of abdominal wall and back.

She threw in the same asana throughout the practice.. its name is escaping me right now… and it was amazing to witness the changes in my body every time we revisited the pose. It was one of those “ah ha” “so that’s what that feels like” moments. It was refreshing.

We closed our practice with a series of sun salutes. They are always so powerful when I’m in the front row and the sun is right there. Reaching to the point it feels just out of reach.

I can hardly believe it’s already day 29. It’s so bittersweet because I made it… BUT it’s ending. I’m happy that Kath will get to sleep more, and practice for herself. But I’m so sad that I won’t see these people, that are so kind and good, on a regular basis anymore. We’ll all go back to our busy lives and many of us will lose touch until next April.

Day 29.


I’ve lost all of my blog motivation the past few days.

I’m still on track. 80 days to go. 2 days until the party for the April Yoga Challenge completion at the studio! So excited.

Then the true test of daily yoga begins… Daily yoga BY MYSELF. I need to re-clear out my room because laundry has taken over and I (again) don’t have room to practice in here.

I also need to find my calendar thingy with the UY schedule. Hopefully it’s still in with the DVDs!

I’ve been crampy and lazy and just sleepy allll day. Yoga was nice. hard. then soft. Just nice.

I need to get everything around for the morning… and shower… but I just want to lay here. Forever.

Sorry if you wasted your time reading this… blah.


Today has been pretty fantastic.

Woke up, dragged my butt to yoga, it was a great class full of hip-openers, and by that I mean ones that ACTUALLY opened my hips more. Normally, when we touch on hips in class, I don’t get anywhere. My hips are so flexible that baddha konasana, even laying completely forward onto my stomach with my face and everything eating the mat… I feel nothing.

We did double seated pigeon, or “fire log”, and when I laid forward like that, I could feel a little… but I felt it more in my butt. It was still a yummy stretch though.

Next we did gomukhasana legs and again extended forward. I had my chin resting on my bottom knee, with my chest on my legs. THAT got in there. It was fantastic.

We also did wide angle seated forward fold and I got pretty far in that, except for having lotion on my shins… which made it really difficult to grab my legs and get the other version of the stretch. I could NOT stabilize. It was actually pretty funny.

Anyway, before savasana I decided to play with the openness and see where I am with hanumanasana (splits). I DID IT! Not only that… but I did it on BOTH sides.

I was amazed and decided to shift to see if I could get into straddle split… And I did! Whaaaat?! I haven’t done a straddle split since I got pregnant with Little Miss in 2009!

My long legs didn’t quite fit because of the wall behind the photographer ūüėõ

Then it was off to the “city” (ha) for some shopping, pedicures (with wine) and hibachi lunch with the girls! It was a great time.


Hope everyone else had a great day!


This morning was another killer.

I think back to the morning classes that started this month and in my memory they went like this: A super sweet warm up. A long stretchy ascent, brief peak, a slow cool down with a lengthy restful savasana where I always wanted to go back to sleep. They were almost *too* sweet though perfect. I missed the edge.

Now it’s all wham bam, thank you ma’am. It’s amazing how after class, even with them being 100% different, I am still all blissed out and feel awesome, in the same way. But man, she’s been kicking our¬†behinds and I want to be lazy! LOL¬† (For the record, I’m totally glad she ISN’T going easy on us. We need challenge in order to grow).

I told Kath that if she’s going to continue killing us, great. I love it. BUT if she ever decides to divulge what type of practice it’s going to be (and it’s not¬†a sweet easy practice) to LIE. I don’t want to know beforehand.

Mornings are still getting increasingly harder to get up. Every morning it’s “can’t I just go to the 5:30pm class?” “NO BRITTANY, GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED”. You would think by now it’d be getting to be routine. I’m even forced to go to bed by 10:30pm! Craziness, especially considering I’m a nightowl and going to bed before midnight has always been a struggle. Now I can’t even stay up and watch a full length show on Netflix after the kids go to bed!

It’s a beautiful spring day today & the weather forecast says it will be a beautiful weekend too. I’m thinking it’s a short-day-at-the-office kind of day… The kind where I rush home to get a quick nap in with the kids and then we can do something awesome, like go fishing!

Have a happy day!


I was so tired las night I apparently forgot to press publish. Oops!


Sometimes I let my emotions get the best of me.

I can be irrational. I think I have a pretty long fuse… at the end of a really BIG explosive. The problem is this: The fuse gets lit… It burns¬†slowly & inconspiculously, continuing to get shorter¬†and shorter… until BOOM.

Then, when it goes off, it’s like a natural disaster, leveling anything that is in it’s path for miles… spreading like wildfire and wrecking havoc. Yup. That is me sometimes. I feel like I should wear a warning sign. Cosider this a PSA.

Most of the time I reign it in. I lose my temper, sure. I yell/curse/stomp my feet a little and then I get all pouty and will stay trapped in my own little world until I cool off… Then I snap back and am back to my usual peppy, never stops talking, annoying self. Some people even LIKE when they piss me off because they actually get some peace and quiet for a little while (cough, my coworkers, cough).

It seems like the past few months it’s just been one thing after another though. Death, relationships, morons, stress, the effing threes–which is wayyy worse than the “terrible twos” which were honestly rather terrific, traffic, mother nature and her unwillingness to switch seasons and let it be warmer! Rah. I can’t seem to maintain my balance and my patience has been completely used up. I go from zero to OMFGRAWR in the blink of an eye. You’d think with the insane amount of yoga i’ve been doing in comparison to my usual life, it’d be better but GEEZ. Instead, my stress level has just managed to skyrocket and my yoga is just helping me to keep what’s left of¬†¬†my sanity.


Yesterday (Day 24) I wasn’t in a bloggy mood. I had a¬†pretty good day. I got my first EVER haircut by¬†someone other than my mom. It was scary. I was so anxious I was shaking like a leaf. But she did good and didn’t ruin my hair, so I am happy. Now my mom just needs to come visit in June so she can cut my hair again *and*¬†give me¬†highlights again… It’s been a few years and I soo miss being a blonde.

Today, Day 25, was intense.¬†I was so convinced it was going to be a nice soft flowy restorative practice since we’ve been pretty¬†“rockin” all week…¬† I even had wore long yoga pants for it (I get reallly hot, so typically I wear capris in the morning so I don’t get AS hot). ¬†But I was wrong. We killed it though, of course. But she had us in plank variations¬†for what felt like days. Then forearm plank, which I literally laughed in. Really, Kath?!¬†Forearm plank before 7am? Are you TRYING to kill me? No… She’s really just trying to get me to actually meet my goal of looking halfway decent while on a beach in Mexico in less than¬†3 months. But geez. It sure seemed like I was in the ocean already with as loud as my breath was in those moments!

This month has been flying by. I can’t believe day 25 is over. 83 to go.


You know the expression “become one with the Earth”?

I’ve always thought it was kinda cheesy. Like, really?! Not going to happen.

The more time I spend on my mat, the more I “get” it, this concept of becoming one. Not just with the earth, but with yourself. Blending breath with your body. Your heart/mind/spirit, working in unison. Building sweet harmonies, all on the foundation of the breath.

Break it down a little deeper… We are made up of water and other particles. We need the air to function. We need the Earth.¬†We need trees, sun, soil, water. That is life.

Everytime you breath in, you’re using the earth. Everytime you exhale, you’re building the earth. It’s a continuous give and take. We all know, we take way more than we give from the earth. How can we give back more? How can we change ourselves so that we recognize our greed and halt it in it’s tracks, so we can ration the sweetness the earth has to offer? What can you do?

It’s the start of gardening season. Can you plant something this year? Anything. A flower. A pumpkin. A tree. Some corn/peas/broccoli/tomatoes? Put your fingers in the soil and get the dirt under your nails. Feel it. Recognize it for what it is and what it does for you.

Just as sometime in your day pause for a moment, mindfully take inventory of your breath. You probably are breathing very shallowly. Can you deepen your breath and feel that in your chest? Feel how the breath makes you come alive. Feel your heart beating. Feel your ribs expand as you breath in the crisp spring air.

Pranakriya yoga is so alivening. The attention we give to our breathing in these classes is delicious. The breath is front and center. Victorious breathing; Ujjayi. It’s a lifeforce. It is what keeps us alive. There truly aren’t even words powerful enough to describe the feeling of those moments, during and immediately after the intensity that is pranakriya. Entwining breath with motion so seamlessly that it’s as if you cannot do one without the other…. Then the sweet floating that comes from just doing nothing and soaking it all in. Nothing in your mind but the breath and your inner light. Breathing in more light, exhaling all darkness.

In that moment, you are able to become one.



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