1 down, 2 to go…

So, I’m one month in, and things are going pretty durned good. The constant soreness is largely gone, at least in intensity. I’m not pain-free, though. I’m trying to practice ahimsa, or the 5th, “non-harming” yama (restraint or behaviour), but that’s hard to do when your wrist has decided it hates you and will demonstrate that by producing a repetitive strain injury. Awesome.

I’m still finding the posture names tricky. Maybe we should change ’em up. I mean, they’ve been kicking around for aeons, but you know, no time like the present to be the change I want to see. Or something like that. I’m pretty sure that’s the intent of that maxim/aphorism combo. I think I might have a tough time selling the concept. I guess it’s back to the Sanskrit books…

In other news, I’m definitely becoming a master of the head stand. As long as I’m next to a wall, I am pretty much a professional head-stander. Unfortunately, I am not supposed to be next to the wall, because it’s kind of cheating. That and if I were to bail, I stand a pretty good chance of injuring or you know, breaking, my neck, because there’s nowhere to roll out…

Apparently, I’ll be teaching a class this next month. I am somewhat concerned about this prospect, as I: a) cannot remember the posture names, b) have some difficulty remembering the order of events (totally forgot the entire standing balance series in Thursday’s Mysore class), and c) don’t feel much like a yoga teacher yet. I feel like apologizing to the poor sods who wind up in my practicum classes.

Luckily, they don’t read this, so I doubt they’re worried about their impending yogic liability. I hope Jenni’s got good insurance. On that optimistic note, I’m off to bed, because Sunday class is bright and early. And extremely sweaty. It’s proven to be the sweatiest time in my life, these Sunday primary series classes. It IS damp in there.