A yoga entry
I just spent 30 minutes cleaning out my yoga bag, which has not been actively used since Eau Claire. It's one that I had bought especially because it was a backpack-style, which I could wear while riding my bike without fear of having a messenger-style bag go sliding down my arm and causing me to crash. The mat rolls up and fits under the sack, which used to amuse my hospital coworkers to no end: "Did you bring your mat for naptime later?" etc. (Yeah, I wish!)
I started cleaning it out looking for my Yoga Alliance paperwork, because I think I've let my certification hours thing slip (yep, just looking at the Yoga Alliance website, I'm not coming up under a Yoga teacher search. However, there is someone by my name teaching in Seattle!). I didn't find the paperwork (will have to look more tomorrow), but I did find all of my old closing quotes/stories, cards from my students when I moved, horribly old & backpack-compacted energy bars, a dollar, and other random things. I started thinking about all of these people and how much I used to practice -- for awhile, I was teaching 3 or 4 classes a week, and attending at least one class as a student weekly -- and how little I am now. I'm still practicing my pranayama and trying to live my yoga, but I'll admit, I haven't been on my mat formally in at least a month. A down-dog here or there, sure, but nothing regular.
RYT or not, I really think I want to get back into classes again. The yoga studio on my way home has nightly classes at either 5:45 pm or 5:30 pm...which if I make a point of leaving work by 5:00 pm, I can probably swing. When Husband was in his semester classes, I didn't feel like I had permission to go -- I needed to pick him up and take him home, being the one with the car, etc etc. I think I'll still have some guilt with going to classes along the "poor guy is stuck at home all day and I'm not rushing home to him" lines, but I think I also need to finally do this for me -- body & spirit. I'm afraid that my endurance will be down, and that will take a little time, but hoping my body remembers what to do. We'll see, I guess.
I found a couple of great (OK, more than a couple) poems/inspirational things in the backpack, and I was going to post them here, but Husband is pointing out that we are already running behind in leaving the apartment to head to Victoria Gardens before the Quakes game (he needs some new Apple software or something?)... and I still have to change my shorts into capris for later when it gets cooler. So I guess I will post my inspirations later.
I started cleaning it out looking for my Yoga Alliance paperwork, because I think I've let my certification hours thing slip (yep, just looking at the Yoga Alliance website, I'm not coming up under a Yoga teacher search. However, there is someone by my name teaching in Seattle!). I didn't find the paperwork (will have to look more tomorrow), but I did find all of my old closing quotes/stories, cards from my students when I moved, horribly old & backpack-compacted energy bars, a dollar, and other random things. I started thinking about all of these people and how much I used to practice -- for awhile, I was teaching 3 or 4 classes a week, and attending at least one class as a student weekly -- and how little I am now. I'm still practicing my pranayama and trying to live my yoga, but I'll admit, I haven't been on my mat formally in at least a month. A down-dog here or there, sure, but nothing regular.
RYT or not, I really think I want to get back into classes again. The yoga studio on my way home has nightly classes at either 5:45 pm or 5:30 pm...which if I make a point of leaving work by 5:00 pm, I can probably swing. When Husband was in his semester classes, I didn't feel like I had permission to go -- I needed to pick him up and take him home, being the one with the car, etc etc. I think I'll still have some guilt with going to classes along the "poor guy is stuck at home all day and I'm not rushing home to him" lines, but I think I also need to finally do this for me -- body & spirit. I'm afraid that my endurance will be down, and that will take a little time, but hoping my body remembers what to do. We'll see, I guess.
I found a couple of great (OK, more than a couple) poems/inspirational things in the backpack, and I was going to post them here, but Husband is pointing out that we are already running behind in leaving the apartment to head to Victoria Gardens before the Quakes game (he needs some new Apple software or something?)... and I still have to change my shorts into capris for later when it gets cooler. So I guess I will post my inspirations later.