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Another rainy morning here in the mountains.

Another morning where I reluctantly rolled out of bed. The mental chatter this morning was literally: “I don’t want to get out of bed.” “I should get out of bed.” “I don’t even have to pee! Getting out of bed is unnecessary.” “I have to get out of bed. I have yoga.” “I NEED yoga.” “I NEED TO GET OUT OF BED” ***finally schleps out of bed.***

Yes. That was me. The sloth.

It was one of those mornings where I totally understand how sometimes, sloths fall to their deaths from their slowwwwww descent in trees, because they don’t even realize it and they let go of both their hands and feet (err… paws?) at the same time. Boom.

I felt like THAT sloth this morning. My brain wasn’t firing. My body was barely even maintaining the typical 5:45 auto pilot.

I was sleep-walking/driving/moving.

I got to yoga and had a mini heart-attack as “Flo” the Progessive spokeswoman, was standing the door at the insurance broker downstairs next to the beautiful door #10 (it’s a life size cardboard cut-out.. tomorrow i’ll take her picture).

Bam. I’m awake. Thank you Flo.

So it began. The enlivening. The waking up of my neurons. The stretching of my spine. The breathing. The prana.

Class was like a hike up a mountain today. It started slow, warming up, focusing on stretching, lengthening. Then, just as a hike would progress as you know you’re reaching the peak, the pace picked up. We went from slowww suns, to Ashtanga Surya B’s. Helllllo fire in my thighs, there you are. I can honestly say I kind of missed you… though I do hate you (chair pose). Warriors. Pow. Right there. Fire radiating from my core, through my hips, into my legs/thigh. Good Morning!

Then it was time for savasana. I never thought i’d say it, but I was actually disappointed it was time for savasana today. I was ready to ROCK. Let’s do this thing! But, savasana never disappoints and it was sweet and healing. My body stayed buzzing, I stayed wide awake (yes, even at 7am, I stayed awake in savasana). I’m pretty sure I *actually* meditated during that time today. It was new, it was nice.

Then I captured Kath for a conversation, I always feel a little guilty because I’m like *that* annoying student back in school. Let me stay after, or get there early, to trap the teacher into giving me more knowledge, more of their support, their blessing and attention.

Let’s be honest though… I have ALWAYS been *that* student. All through school, any place I ever lived, I was *that* kid. It’s me, so I just have to accept it as normality. Sorry Kath. 😛

I guess it’s the price those teachers pay for having that wisdom and giving it away to students though, so really, I’m just grateful to them… and to myself for having the courage to allow them to pass it on, even just by being in their presence.

I’ll abruptly end this post by letting you in on some humor from my life. Yesterday, I left yoga to go to work, at a very un-yogic atmosphere (and industry). I’m the only one that is even slightly a yogi/hippie/free-spirit type, and it works for me and the company, though I do get some flack about it.

Ridiculous but perfect e-card material? I think so.

Ridiculous but perfect e-card material? I think so.

I walk in and have a realization. I forgot something in the lounge at the studio. So before I even realize it, out comes… “Dang it! I left my granola at yoga!”

My boss looks at me and raises his eyebrows… Like “really?!” and says “Could that statement be ANY more crunchy!?”

It could have. It would have been even better if i’d have had one of my homemade green monster juices in hand that morning. ha.

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Chobani Greek Yogurt: Pear w/ granola

I’m happy to report I got my granola back today.

Day 12.

Namaste,

Brin

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“It’s just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my funday
My I don’t have to runday
It’s just another manic Monday”

The Bangles

Yesterday, was a manic Monday for sure. I got so much accomplished it was kind of amazing, but I still have mountains and mountains of things to do (at work and at home). I felt like I didn’t stop at all until around 10 after the kids were both in bed and I collapsed into bed.

I realized, I didn’t snack at all yesterday, that’s how busy I was! All I had was a breakfast burrito, and a full size chicken cheese steak (half for lunch, half for dinner), and some broccoli that was fresh from the garden. Oh and of course, my typical ounces upon ounces of water.

I had class 2 of the Ashtanga primary series yesterday, it was a million times easier than the initial class, and I don’t feel nearly as sore today! Yay for progress!

I’ve decided I really love Ashtanga. This series is the first time I’ve ever felt good in warrior. Not to mention, I love binds. and lots of binds are in this series so… yay! It’s a challenging class for sure, but I feel like I’m good at it, so I like it. Sometimes it seems like certain poses are just SO unobtainable that I get discouraged. (like crow for instance. My weak little wrists just scream at me and so that’s one I don’t even like to attempt the prep for.) But for me, the poses we’ve been doing in the short form of primary, aren’t like that at all.

In wide angle seated forward fold, I was soooo close to touching my nose on the floor! I could definitely feel it in my hamstrings (stupid tight hamstrings!), but not overly uncomfortable, and ahh I was soo close!

Someday, I’ll be this awesome again. I know it’s there somewhere!

This is one of those series’ that I can not wait to get home from work and find the time to squeeze at least some Sun Salutes (both A and B) into my day, and I really cannot wait until our next class!

I just realized how many exclamation points are in this post. I apologize… kinda… no I take that back, I’m not really sorry, because I’m just that enthused about Ashtanga! lol

Namaste,

Brin

I know I’ve expressed my love for navasana before, but every time we do it in class, I’m elated. I don’t know what it is, since it kills my core and I shake like I’m being electrocuted by high voltage. But, I love it. After navasana, I feel kinda loopy and tingly all over. It’s the best prana ever. But, I even like it WHILE it’s killing me. When Kath (yogamama) guides us to smile and lift a little higher, I can’t help but to do it.

Last week we started our practice with navasana, followed by matsyasana (fish), setu bandhasana (bridge) (and chakrasana (wheel) for me), kapotasana (pigeon), runners stretch, and some happy baby & a quick yoganidrasana for me. It was such a great practice. I hadn’t done pigeon in so long.. and that makes me remember we did one other pose we hadn’t done in a long time… but, I can’t recall what it was.

I can’t ever say enough how much better that I feel when I do yoga. Why I don’t kick myself in the butt and get on the habit-making process of doing it everyday, I’m not sure. But, I am still slacking.

After yesterday’s Ashtanga Primary class, Kath told us that we should try to do at least some surya A’s and surya B’s every day, as Ashtanga is a system yoga that works best if done every day (except one, for rest). So, I’m going to start there and try to get in the daily habit of yoga again. I actually found some short(er) forms of Ashtanga, even a 15 minute one, that I have NO excuse not to work into my day.

Surya namaskara B

First thing on the agenda when I get home today, make floor space in either  my bedroom or the “jungle room” (playroom) for my mat.

Second thing, devote a whopping 15 minutes to Ashtanga.

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This weekend I turned 23. My boyfriend was out of town for work, my friends were busy for the most part. and yea… it was an exciting weekend.

My lovely friend Kes invited me to a chicken barbeque, and it was a blast. I didn’t really know anyone there but everyone was so sweet and welcoming, it felt like I’d known them forever.

Then thankfully, my boyfriend got back home around 10:30 and we were able to go out with a few of my close friends for a bit. It was a pretty low-key night, but that’s how we like it. I even got a candle in my birthday shot! 🙂

Send me luck on my attempt at starting a daily practice!

Namaste,

Brin

I started a post after last week’s class… But, I forgot to finish it… However, this post deserved it’s own.. So someday (maybe tomorrow) I’ll finish that post up too…

Today started a new series. This month: Ashtanga Primary.

I hadn’t ever taken an ashtanga class. We’d done a few ashtanga versions of poses before though, and I dug them. So, I thought what the heck. Besides, the other class this month is the meditative flow, and I just am not ready for meditation. Unless it’s of the sleep variety.

I am so glad I took this class. Sooo glad.

Lesson one of Ashtanga: Do NOT wear lotion.

Lesson two: Wear airy/breathable (or minimal) clothing.

Lesson three: Be hydrated… and stay hydrated…

My arms still feel like jello. But, a strong jello.

For once, I felt strong and beautiful, while alllll sweaty in the warriors. (I normally loathe warriors).  I was hot, and rockin’ binds like you wouldn’t believe… now, if only I could get the dang balance portion of Ardha Baddha Padmottanasana.

Ohhh the balance.

The only pose I didn’t really love, was matsyasana (fish). For some reason, I just don’t have the love for fish. I think I may do it wrong, I’m straining too much or something and it kind of hurts, even though I’m trying to ease into it and stay with my body… I have only ever felt content in fish once. sheesh.

After watching some youtube videos of ashtangis just floating through each pose… holy hell. I have a lonnnng way to go. and my arm strength will need to like… grow exponentially.

The vinyasa’s between poses were killer. I have to admit. All I kept thinking was “wow, I remember when I couldn’t even chatturanga” but ow. Jello arms, fo sho. No shame though, I know if I keep it up, someday I’ll be able to breeze through intense practices like a true yogi. Someday. For now, I’ll quiver, and smile and just breathe.

Namaste,

Brin


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