Vent here, complaints about north chattanooga problems

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Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Elwood and Elphaba practice their unique brand of yoga
Oh sweet swami, you had me at warrior II


I had a most excellent yoga experience tonight. And strangely enough, all the odds were against a good time.
First, the Y is being renovated around us so now we are in a smaller place where the acoustics are horrible and it's either too hot or too cold. Then the instructor was a stand-in. They all have their own routines and it's sometimes good to mix it a bit, shakes you out of complacency but routine is also freeing, knowing what comes next means not having to look up frequently to see what the teacher is doing (sometimes because you can't hear), so you can concentrate on breathing and mediating into the pose.
So she had us in warrior II, (I fell down twice, I don't think I've ever fallen down) and I was grumbling to myself about I couldn't hear, it was too damn hot and viola, I had an extreme warrior experience. I had balance throughout the pose, I felt the strength and the breadth of warrior. hips squared, shoulders stacked over hips, feet in a line and weight evenly distributed. Yowza!
Same thing pretty much with triangle. Normally triangle is one of my favs, I get a lot out of it, a good back pop, open chest, strength supporting the upper body with the upper body. Lately triangle has been rough, it felt awkward, uncomfortable.
Today, great triangle. I got that lower back with about five or six lumbar pops, poppoppoppop mmmm :)
I even came home feeling energetic and strangely positive. Accomplished some boring but necessary chores around the crib when lately I've been coming home, heading to the bed.
Sweet good night to those out there in the black hole. I know you are out there, maybe you are reading my stuff when it's sucked out into the ether of the net. It is as if I just jettison the stuff out into cyberspace, no ticket home, no GPS mapping, just out there on its own, on the strength of its words, to live or die.
alas.

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