Day 8/8: put a bird on it

So, I made it. 8 classes in 8 days. 6 poses named after birds. 4 different teachers. 3 new friends. 2 Pacificos to celebrate (a very good decision in and of itself), and a certain sense of accomplishment that doesn't involve a checklist. There are things afoot that I needed time to think about, without distractions and in a measured and specific way. I knew that Boulder summer being what it is, there was a chance I'd hit a BBQ or the creek swing until it was dark each night and not do the work I needed to do for myself, to get some clarity around what's going on in my life right now.

So I dragged my 9 pound Manduka all over town, rolled it out, said my 'Om's, got up with a lot of birds (crow, side crow, bird of paradise, pigeon, peacock, eagle) and got down with getting into it.  And I got into it. More than just making it to class every day, a feat in itself no doubt, I reinvigorated an already strong practice and finished beyond excited about what I'm able to do both on the mat and off.

So nights 5/6/7 are coming, but the takeaway from the whole week was really just that committing yourself to anything takes you places. It's the doing that changes things and gives you perspective - often not what you were expecting, but better something new than something known. No?


Day 4/8: poopasana

Maybe I hit up two classes last night because I knew this was coming, but a bummer nonetheless. Perfect timing for a reminder that this week was about good decisions, not going to yoga. I've got one sick puppy, so tonight I got down with my dog, not my downdog - one of the few things that will keep me from my mat ("Hot Doughnuts Now" and particularly perfect weather make that list).

So it goes.


Sometimes yoga takes place off the mat, Coo. I get it.