Welsh. Language learner. 日本語の学生。Teaching Assistant. Tenderfoot yogini. Bunny owner. Affianced. Eideticker. Serial tea drinker. Special snowflake. I use sarcasm freely.
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I can see ashtanga yoga becoming a big priority now that I have the time to practice. Doing less hours of work has meant that I can really throw myself into it and do at least an hour almost every day that Dale is at work. If I can commit to practicing for an hour five days a week, my vinyasas (sequence of synchronised postures, breathing, and movement) will improve greatly.
Even though I haven’t needed asthma medication for years, I’m really noticing the lowered lung capacity I’ve ended up with since the last time I practiced. I need to work on my ujjayi (controlled breathing) a lot. Short breaths mean I finish quickly; I have to count to keep them long, which distracts me from my point of gaze, or ‘drishti’, which is crucial to completing the postures correctly.
I have also significantly diminished upper body strength - particularly in my shoulders and wrists - so every day in May I will challenge myself to do tolasana every day until I can get elevation for the full ten breaths. During the primary series, yogis do tolasana for ten breaths three times - I can currently manage it once for three breaths! Not good!
I miss how much better my concentration span and general strength and endurance levels were when I was practicing yoga when I was younger. I’m excited to get there again. I’m impatient and stubborn with my body. This is my fourth week back into guided practice and I don’t expect results overnight, but I hate waiting.
I keep re-watching this video of Kino MacGregor talking about the promise of ashtanga practice, and about why we need to be patient. It needs to sink in:
“There’s a certain lesson that each posture, each movement, really contains; and the yoga practice makes a promise to you: you won’t be allowed to move on from your lesson until you really get it.”
Tried to cancel my dongle with Three. They offered me everything under the sun. I was on the phone for AN HOUR. Still haven’t managed to cancel the bloody thing.
I’ve always found the 3 customer services guys really, really lovely and helpful - which is part of the reason that I have stayed with them since 2008. This was the first time I’d been put through to their outsourced call centre in India and I found the lady on the phone really aggressive. Not happy.
She said “can you take out the SIM for me?” and I said to her “it hasn’t been used for such a long time that I literally have no idea where it is.” She still wouldn’t let me cancel. She offered me a free iPad on discounted line rental, I said I already have an iPad. She offered me a SIM for my wi-fi iPad. I explained to her that you can’t put a SIM into a wi-fi iPad. She offered me a free laptop. I said we have two laptops in the house. She suggested that I sell the dongle to a friend. I said I had no friends who needed it. She said I should check. I said I was happy to pay the early termination fee. She said she didn’t want to do that because I wasn’t getting value for my money.
All this over £15 a month - five coffees. Get over it, Three customer services lady.
I got a bit arsey after this point - which I do feel a bit bad for - and she asked me to “sleep on it and call back tomorrow.” I don’t need to sleep on it! I don’t even know where the fucking thing is, it hasn’t been used in so long!
I finally bought a comb binder today. I’m gonna go bind some shit.
This letter explains everything;
The content, it is the truth.
Each word could cut like daggers if I
Decide to finally give it to you.
I re-wrote and re-checked a thousand times,
Licked it shut and said my goodbyes:
Goodbye so perfectly written
To break wide open this conclusion.
And it feels like I’ve already been there,
Sounds like I’m preaching the choir.
If it looks like it won’t work out,
I’m the one full of doubt.
- New Found Glory, ‘Doubt Full’