The other night I couldn't sleep, couldn't slow my thoughts or temper my energy so I got out of bed, unrolled my yoga mat and practiced some poses I've become enamored with. This is happening a lot lately, this excitement and restlessness. This sense of adventure and fun.
The next morning, Kent told me he could hear my ujjayi breathing. Hear my feet hitting the mat.
I've been inspired by new teachers and new classes, by yoginis unknown to me just weeks ago whom I've found on Instagram.
Who's that celebrity famous for saying "I've got the fever?" The more cowbell guy from Saturday Night Live?
I've got the fever and instead of cowbells I want yoga. There's a web site I've found recently called Yoga Dork. That about sums it up.
On another of my restless nights I sat up, alone, making a list of 14 yoga poses or transitions I'd like to do one day: dragonfly, visvamitrasana and one-legged crow among them. Another: a one-minute handstand. I read somewhere that in order to do a one-arm handstand, you first need to hold a handstand for a minute. So, I put it on my list.
First, though, I needed to figure out how long I hold my handstand now. I catch some good hang time now and then, but I've never timed myself. Today, I set up my tripod in the back yard and pressed record.
I have to find another 19 seconds to reach my goal.