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Day 25: (from the seat of the teacher) “Hardcore, Schmardcore. Bring It”

Last night I took my night classes through a bit of the Ashtanga Primary Series. It’s really different from what they’ve been doing all month. In many ways, harder. I wanted to expose them to a different way of practicing; a way that doesn’t leave it up to them (or me) what to do on any given day.  Ashtanga is a “system” yoga, (as is Bikram.) No worries about what to do next. Just follow the map.

It’s hard, though. Lots of suns to warm up. 5 breath holds in all the postures. Vinyasas between every posture and between each side of 2-sided ones. No music.

Hardcore.

But man, everybody hung in. Some even said, “WOW! I LIKE THAT!”

Go figure. I remember back on Day 5 when I held them in plank for 5 breaths and they were DYING! Oh my god, the moaning, the groaning, the sweating, the complaining! It was ridiculous. And now?

Last night at least half of them were doing chaturangas in every vinyasa. And now, when I lead planks? Ho-hum. All the elbows automatically unlock, and all the bellies pull up. Not a peep out of anybody. This is just how they roll. “What else you got for us, Teach? Huh?”

How did this happen?

It’s amazing.

It’s Day 25.

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About Kath Thompson

I teach yoga. I love to breathe. Kapalabhati pranayama rocks my world. I can’t sing (but love to chant) I love rituals I was born a Capricorn (on the cusp) I cannot live without coffee. I can sit perfectly still for over an hour. I am afraid of deep water. I can’t parallel park. I know how to scuba dive (but won’t). I can eat anything with chopsticks. I don’t use coupons. I was at Woodstock. I have a large vocabulary. I have slept in the Everglades surrounded by alligators. I used to want to be a bartender. I used to want to be a nun I am happiest when I am around purple things. I can read Tarot cards. I can’t eat eggplant. I have relatives in The Wizard of Oz. I have paddled a canoe with a nudist. I function best with 9 hours sleep. I can go for a week without speaking. I am addicted to blogs and social media. I love the poetry of Pablo Neruda, Mary Oliver, Rilke and Billy Collins I watch My Dinner with Andre every January as a ritual I don’t drink enough water. I love my computer I hate to vacuum. I do not like hydrangeas. I love the Sierra Mts. I dislike the name “Debbie.” I have read all of Proust. I love yoga I like to fly kites. I have never smoked a cigarette. I cry at movies. I only watch really crappy TV. I wear a size 8 shoe. I hate the smell of burnt toast. I love catalpa trees. I speak no foreign languages. I love to drive. I hate clowns. I love roller coasters. I hate country music. I do not like the sound of bagpipes. I hate shaving. I love Brie. I love to watch water move. I hate plastic cutlery I love my Kindle I do not love my phone I love sitting up to my neck in hot water.

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