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Yoga # 10 and # 11 for 2010
Thursday February 4 and Friday February 5, early morning
20 minutes and 30 minutes, respectively
280 minutes total
Yesterday's yoga practice was a little off for two reasons. First, the heat was out in our apartment, so it was really chilly--hard to get out of bed, and cold in the yoga room. Also, I was having one of those mornings where I space out and forget to do things. I laid in bed, awake and with the lights on, for an extra ten minutes before getting up; after breakfast, F got up to take the dishes out to the kitchen, and I just sat there staring at nothing until he came back. I am usually much more on the ball than this. F said, "It's time to go do yoga now. YO-GA. In that room, on the right. You're going to go in there and do yoga, okay? I don't want to come back in 20 minutes and find you just standing here in the kitchen!" That cracked me up, because it was entirely possible that I would just be standing there. So I went and did some yoga, and tried to make it a fast-paced practice so I would keep moving and not just stop and stand there. I was really getting into it when my 20 minutes were up and I needed to go get in the shower.
Today I was a bit more awake and managed a good 30-minute practice. Fridays are usually my jammie-yoga day, but I was in the mood for something a little more active. I started out on the floor, then did some sun salutations, then moved back to the floor and did some boat pose and tabletop and pigeon.
As I often say, I need to figure out a way to find time for an hourlong practice somewhere in my week. When F got out of bed this morning, I woke up a little and thought to myself that if I were a better person and a really dedicated yogini, I would get up now too and that would give me time for a full hour of yoga. But I didn't want to get up extra early, it's not my routine to get up that early, and I decided that I wanted to stay in bed until my usual time. Then I felt guilty. I still feel a little guilty, but I'm trying to remind myself that I am doing the best I can right now. There's a lot going on, and I should be proud that I am doing as much as I'm doing.
Thursday February 4 and Friday February 5, early morning
20 minutes and 30 minutes, respectively
280 minutes total
Yesterday's yoga practice was a little off for two reasons. First, the heat was out in our apartment, so it was really chilly--hard to get out of bed, and cold in the yoga room. Also, I was having one of those mornings where I space out and forget to do things. I laid in bed, awake and with the lights on, for an extra ten minutes before getting up; after breakfast, F got up to take the dishes out to the kitchen, and I just sat there staring at nothing until he came back. I am usually much more on the ball than this. F said, "It's time to go do yoga now. YO-GA. In that room, on the right. You're going to go in there and do yoga, okay? I don't want to come back in 20 minutes and find you just standing here in the kitchen!" That cracked me up, because it was entirely possible that I would just be standing there. So I went and did some yoga, and tried to make it a fast-paced practice so I would keep moving and not just stop and stand there. I was really getting into it when my 20 minutes were up and I needed to go get in the shower.
Today I was a bit more awake and managed a good 30-minute practice. Fridays are usually my jammie-yoga day, but I was in the mood for something a little more active. I started out on the floor, then did some sun salutations, then moved back to the floor and did some boat pose and tabletop and pigeon.
As I often say, I need to figure out a way to find time for an hourlong practice somewhere in my week. When F got out of bed this morning, I woke up a little and thought to myself that if I were a better person and a really dedicated yogini, I would get up now too and that would give me time for a full hour of yoga. But I didn't want to get up extra early, it's not my routine to get up that early, and I decided that I wanted to stay in bed until my usual time. Then I felt guilty. I still feel a little guilty, but I'm trying to remind myself that I am doing the best I can right now. There's a lot going on, and I should be proud that I am doing as much as I'm doing.
