*whoosh*

That is the sound of time, flying by. I don’t even know how it got to be 2008, much less July, much less nearly the middle of July.

I have hit Friday afternoon slowdown at work, and although I have some stuff I could be catching up on from the last couple of days when I had to do the STUPID project full of STUPIDNESS, I am absolutely not in the mood. I’m tired and hungry and I want to go home. So I’m whiling away the time by writing this post.

The more I think about teacher training, the more sure I am that I want to do it. I am interested in a local teacher training that’s done in the style of Shiva Rea. I don’t really know what to expect, though, so I think I’m going to order one of Rea’s DVDs and find out what her style is like before I go diving in to 200 hours of training that I know nothing about. The problem is that it might be 2010 before I’ll be able to start, and that makes me feel impatient. I don’t suppose there is harm in waiting to see where we’re living after I’m finished with my paralegal cert, and then exploring my options there (whether there is here or somewhere else)…but I want to do it soon! Impatient!

I don’t know if I mentioned this, but it was Mom’s idea for us to take a yoga class together while she is here next week. Although Jeannine’s healing yoga class was off for the summer, I had the brilliant idea to schedule an individual session with me and my mom and Jeannine. We’re going to her house! With singing bowls! I’m a lot more excited about this than I’m letting on to BF. Not so much that we’re going to her house (although I’m very curious about that), but that I get to do an individual session with Jeannine.

Yesterday I had a good practice. I’m starting to assign pieces of my practice to the songs in my mix, which seems to work very well for keeping the practice full and flowy and useful. I do warriors during Bjork, vinyasas during Pink Floyd, standing balances during “In the Waiting Line”, seated stretches during Air. It’s funny how easy it is to find progress if I look carefully enough. I can move my torso forward several inches with no pain while sitting with my legs straight out, and that’s something I couldn’t do in May. I couldn’t sit like that with my torso straight up in February. My back is getting more flexible by the week, it feels like, and I got so much out of warrior 1 and crescent lunge and camel yesterday. (Why is it called camel, anyway? I don’t see anything camel-like about it.) But there are also new and exciting forms of pain that I’m experiencing along with the good stuff. Although some of the sharp pain from my hamstrings is starting to fade into a duller sensation, there are certain hamstring-stretching poses (particularly this one) that bring forth this deep, dark, unexpected pain up in the tops of my hamstrings, very near the joint. It’s a pain that makes me wonder how exactly our muscles are connected to our bones – surely they’re not just stapled in place - and whether those connections can sproing apart if stressed too much. It’s a pain that would make a sound like a deep-voiced man saying “ooooh” if it could speak.

I am out of ideas for things to write about. Hopefully I’ll have more to say tomorrow.