Showing posts with label Sharath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sharath. Show all posts

02 February 2014

I will survive... Mysore early led


I survived a 4.30 am led classes here in Mysore. Thats it! :-)

I missed last Sundays led class because I was still awake at 2am and due to get up at 3am (it didn't happen). So when my alarm went off at 3.15am and I had had at least 6 hours sleep, I was on it!

By the time I reached the shala at 3.45am-ish, there were lots of people sitting outside the gates in the road (yes, in the road).

I had been told there would be the "gate keepers", those who sit facing out into the crowd as though to keep a watchful eye on proceedings and the rest of us facing them as though expecting a sermon. It is a very surreal sight.

The calm friendly group sat peacefully together turns into something quite different as the shala lights come on and the gates are opened  (imagine the Harrods sales but with yoga mats instead of posh handbags).

I decided to put my mat in the lobby and not run the gauntlet of the shala. This turned out to be a great spot for me and was, in fact, the first place I ever practised at KPJAYI three years ago (although I noticed the bin that I banged my head on every time I jumped back has been relocated spoiling some of the fun  :-) ).

Sharath was not happy this morning and gave the "early birds" a ticking off for arriving at the shala at 3am for the 4.30am class. "You are bringing the street dogs and disturbing my neighbours. Don't come so early". I will never be one of these early birds... That I can guarantee!

14 January 2014

Ashtanga yoga and injuries

I have not been blogging much recently, partly because of this...



I am currently working a really modified ashtanga yoga asana practice, which allows a bit more room for seated pranayama. I will be off to Mysore next week and my experience with Sharath while injured has only ever been positive. Learning to work with a body that is more than half a century old (that is female and hormonally changing), is certainly bringing up stuff, but I am more accepting of this than I have ever been. Yoga is teaching me that!