I woke up to a beautiful, chilly, Sunday morning. As I was walking up the street to carpool with my yoga buddy/neighbour K., the birds were chirping, it wasn't raining, and I am just savouring the blessings that have been bestowed upon me. I live in a beautiful neighbourhood, in the most beautiful city in Canada--a poll declared it second best city to live in but for me it is THE BEST. I have a great family, nuclear and extended. Strong foundations, strong roots.
Day 5 commenced this morning at 7:00AM with B. at the helm. My peeps were all around me. I practiced beside J. on one side, K./C. on the other, and K. behind me. Right up front today, my favourite spot of all. Everything is where it should be. Pranayama was not that strong this morning; I didn't have a restful sleep. I think I was just too stoked in anticipation of this day that my mind just could not rest at all. Dizzies came back, sure enough, during second set of Half Moon. Knees were still locked in Hands to Feet, but it seems that right after I get out of the posture, Dizzies come back to ask for payback. I think my body is just making sure I am grounded, I am not perfect, I am human. No problem with that. I just breathe and move on. I let go.
As always, after the 2-minute Savasana--aka the Pitstop, the refueling station--I felt much, much better, so energized for what is considered THE yoga portion of the class, with the Standing Series being the warm-up. Teacher B. emphasized the importance of 80/20 breathing while in the pose. It makes a huge difference to your endurance if you take a 100% deep breath just before you execute the posture, keeping your lungs 80% full while breathing/exhaling just 20%. With this technique I am able to hold Full Locust longer and also manage to lift myself a few extra millimetres.
What will happen tomorrow, for Day 6? Come what may. It will all be good.
Good night, Mommy. I love you.
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