Friday, December 20, 2013

The yoga diaries - all 30 days

So, for 6 weeks, I did yoga 5 days/week.  I missed the first three classes, but attended every Monday to Friday after that.  Here are my one sentence summaries of each of those days.  For me, the jury is still out.  I feel better but I am not in love with the whole process.  I feel stronger and more flexible in places I wasn't expecting but my hips/glutes are still pretty tight.  I will continue, but not at this level of frequency.

~~    That wasn't too bad - Hips so sore! - Longer poses are different hard - Balance poses are easier for
me - Everything felt awful and stiff - I'm not feeling fully comfortable or relaxed in shavasana - Getting up was hard this morning, but I enjoyed today's practice - I felt stronger and more flexible today - Outer
thigh, hips, shoulders are again so sore - I was able to touch my heels in camel pose! - I feel bendier in
the evenings -Why are the warrior poses so hard on my thighs? - Kinda meh - Headstand attempts - Feathered Peacock - Although I am tired, today's class felt good - Heron pose/happy baby/side angle...these are all hard and uncomfortable and somewhat confusing to me in terms of form, intended stretches, etc. - Hurt my neck -ouch! - Limited movement - I feel like shavasana was successful -
More together today - I like doing poses that involve moving and standing on one leg - I felt strong in chaturanga - A lunar shit show - The last 4 days have been pretty good - There have been improvements
in half-monkey (half splits) pose! - Headache today but all moves stronger.    ~~

Friday, December 13, 2013

The yoga update

10:02 sunrise
15:47 sunset

Okay, one week or five measly classes of yoga until I am free to sleep in past 7am on work days.  I decided to stop posting my yoga thoughts on the daily and instead am saving them up for one big yoga-haiku when it's all over.

In other riveting news, it has been cold (on and off) and we got a shit ton (that's a measurable amount you know) of snow over the last couple of days: 36cm!  I'm again on the planning committee for the 5+ Hours of Light Fat Bike Festival and basically I am just looking forward to having a few days off as 2013 draws to a close.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The yoga diaries - day 15

Feathered Peacock today.


Apparently it is also called a forearm balance, a handstand or Pincha Mayurasana.  I called it hard.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

No Dressember in 2013

9:44 sunrise
15:56 sunset

So there will be no Dressember this year; at least, not for me.  I just can't get excited about it for a 4th year. Last year people we so generous with their donations to Right to Play on my behalf and I just don't feel the same desire to wear a dress every day for a month.  Between choir (still so much fun!), yoga, spinning, and just surviving winter, I can't be bothered this year.  Call it a case of the blahs, I'm just not playing along in 2013.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Thursday, November 14, 2013

The yoga diaries - day 1

That wasn't too bad.

A little backgrounder:  I signed up for a 40 day yoga intensive.  Really, it's 30 days over 6 weeks (6 weeks = 40 days).   It started today.  Actually, it started on Monday but I was in San Francisco so I missed the first three classes.  It starts at 7am which, if you know me you would know, is a major threat to success.  I hate mornings.  I haven't done a lot of yoga in my life but I have, for the better part of a year, been feeling ridiculously stiff/sore and basically very un-bendy.  It feels old.  It doesn't feel fit or healthy. And I figure I could use a little stretch therapy.  Fit for 40 has a yoga intensive on the list so... I bit the bullet by signing up.

I'm going to write, every day, one word or sentence about how I feel about the yoga or how class went. Today: it wasn't too bad.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Music stuffs

8:37 sunrise
16:51 sunset

Last Friday I attended an exhibit opening for work (stereo-photographs from the archives) and I ran into M, one of my pop choir colleagues.  There are 20 of us who make up the group and I only knew one of them before stepping into that room.  As I mentioned in an earlier post, choir and singing lessons have been overwhelmingly scary and somewhat hard on my self-esteem.  Don't get me wrong, it's not like I expected to sound good or to have any idea what I am doing but, still, it's hard putting myself out there on a weekly basis and hearing the truth. Anyhow, M and I got to chatting about choir and then, to another friend I was with, she said something about how I had such a pretty voice, singing with all the sopranos who all sound so beautiful.  It was an off-handed comment but it was just so unexpected and, to be honest, shocking to me that another person could (a) hear me and (b) think that I sounded okay.  I told her so.  I also told her that while I was thrilled to know that I don't sound like a wailing banshee, the truth is that there are two or three women who sing in my section who honestly do have glorious voices. Then we got into the inferences I had made about her: that she surely was an experienced singer and that she was confidently rocking out at our weekly practices.  Turns out that she was just as terrified as I was on day one.  In fact, she has been occasionally just mouthing the words when she feels less confident than usual.  She said she was too shy to try out for any of the other choirs in town and because this one didn't require auditions (I think the choir director just straight up took the first 20 people who contacted her) she was brave enough to come.  BAM! Talk about assumptions. Anyhow, it was happy, warm feelings all around to talk to each other and realize that we have a lot in common when it comes to this choir experience and to acknowledge how much fun we are actually having on Tuesday evenings.

I've got choir tonight and am pretty stoked that we will be working on White Winter Hymnal.  My only fear is that because it is a song I love that I might start to like it less depending on how much butchering of the tune we get up to.  We'll see.

In other music news, I went to a Martha Wainwright concert at the Arts Centre last night.  More awesome. What a super quirky, immensely talented woman she is.  And because I spent much of work today listening to various members of the Wainwright family on the interwebs, enjoy this clip of Rufus and Martha singing an Elton John tune.  The quality of the recording is terrible but I love how much fun they are having.  And then there's her ah-maaaazing outfit. I'm kinda loving this music thing.