Leaps and bounds

I think that part of the reason that I’ve had some trouble posting over here lately is that I don’t want to inundate my blog with yoga, yoga, yoga. And sometimes all I want to do is talk about yoga, yoga, yoga. Then I realized that this is my blog (duh, I’m slow on the uptake sometimes) and so if that’s what I want to talk about, I can go right ahead and do that.

So let me talk to you about yoga!

Back in January I got started on yoga after literally YEARS of meaning to try it out. Why it took me so long, I don’t know, but I guess that’s the way it was supposed to be, because that’s how I lined up to find myself an amazing yoga instructor (who also hired me awhile back to help her out with online management, which is awesome). On the last day of January, I took a photo of myself in mid-sun salutation and as I sit here seven months later, I can see that I was still stiff and not overly flexible.

5/52 - Sun salutations

I’m certainly not being courted by Cirque du Soleil with my amazing contortionist abilities, but I’ve definitely improved a lot over the past seven months. I do some yoga just about daily; the only times I’ve missed it were a few days when I really hurt my back (not doing yoga – I was fighting with my sliding doors!) and last week when we had insane temperatures in the 41-43C range. Too ridiculous to breathe, let alone do yoga. Clearly I would not fare well doing yoga at an ashram in India in summer.

Anyway, (almost) daily yoga has helped me motor along in my desire to learn how to do poses that amaze me and sometimes I can’t believe the things I can make my body do. Not only that, it keeps my legs from aching which is something they did almost every day since I was pregnant with Breanna. It’s also been helping to keep my panic attacks down to a dull roar courtesy of the chakra meditation I’ve learned. If you’d told me about chakras this time last year I might have rolled my eyes. I don’t roll them anymore.

Being a photo junkie works out well with becoming a yoga junkie because it means I can not only feel my progress, I can see it as well. The other day it was still pretty hot but it was reasonable after supper so I went to the park with the kids and took some shots since no one else was around. I’m happy with the way my practice is going and growing.

One of my favorite poses, Natarajasana:

29/52 - Natarajasana

(Natarajasana is the Sanskrit name for Lord of the Dance Pose, but I have to call it by its proper name because seriously, “Lord of the Dance” just makes me dissolve into giggles.)

Crow pose:

Leaps and bounds

The first time I saw Crow Pose I laughed and said there was no way I’d ever be able to do it. Now I don’t even have to think about it.

My holy grail pose (so to speak) is Scorpion. Scorpion looks like this:

ICP

Before I get to that point, I’ll probably get to this, which is a peacock pose variation:

peacock

When I look at those two poses I think I may be nuts, but it’s something I’m working on. I practiced in the park for a bit and I get into a dolphin pose, then carefully kick up. I don’t get my legs straight up yet, but there’s a moment – just a brief one but a moment nonetheless – where I can feel myself balance:

Practice makes perfect

It takes a lot of upper body strength and core strength to do it but I’ll get there one day. I can’t wait!

(I have a yoga set on Flickr if you’re curious enough – you can see it over here.)

Yoga is something that I was always interested in and somehow it’s become something that is an important part of my daily life. I can’t imagine stopping anytime soon.

For those of you who do yoga, here’s a question: Who do you like to follow and learn from? My favorite of course is my instructor, Dashama, but I also like to do yoga via DVD or YouTube with Shiva Rea, Sadie Nardini, Tara Stiles, Rodney Yee, and I recently tried some Hillary Rubin as well. I prefer vinyasa type yoga because I like to move with the breath, and I didn’t like Kundalini at all, but other that that I’m pretty open to new experiences so if I’m missing someone that you think is awesome, please let me know!

Another year older

Yesterday, July 7th, I celebrated my birthday and turned 36 years old. I remember when I was 29 I spent the weeks leading up to my 30th birthday wringing my hands and feeling strangely unsettled. I don’t really know why other than I had some vague idea that I was not whatever I had expected to be by age 30. What I was supposed to be, I do not know, but whatever. In the end, I was fretting over the big day and then when the 7th finally rolled around it was so far from a big deal that it was practically a non-event.

That’s the last time that I stressed over my birthday and the number associated with it. I reserve the right to freak out when I’m about to turn 40 and every decade after that, but in general it wasn’t an issue at all yesterday. The only thing I didn’t like about it is that I just like the number 35 so I was sad to let it go, but 36 will be good too.

I’m in better shape at 36 than I have been in the past ten years and feel great (more often than not). The last time I was so fit was when I was doing kung fu for two hours a day six days a week. As of now, I do yoga (almost) daily and it’s done so much good for me, not only physically (man is yoga great for toning your muscles without turning into a female Arnold) but mentally and spiritually as well. On top of that I’ve discovered a cardio workout that I love (hello Zumba!) and I find myself wanting to try more and more new things because of this fitness addiction. When I find myself feeling in shape, feeling strong, and feeling healthy (not to mention the bonus of helping me through panic attacks), it’s hard to be down on something like age, you know?

Anyway, the day was a good one. It was brutally, disgustingly HOT so it was very low-key but it was good nonetheless. I got some of my favorite things as presents – books! I ordered one for myself with Amazon gift certificates, and nearly missed the delivery. It wasn’t supposed to get here until the 9th but I saw the postal truck as we were leaving the parking lot and sure enough I saw the familiar Amazon box as the mailman approached our front door. I jumped out and ran over asking if it was for me and I think he was thrilled that he didn’t have to climb up four flights of stairs in that heat. (I got Going in Circles and blasted through 100 pages last night; I loved her other two books but this may be my favorite!)

George and the kids dropped me off at Indigo so I could browse the books for the one I wanted; turns out they didn’t have it in stock but I always have a backup choice so I got the 4th Sookie Stackhouse novel, Dead to the World. I am woefully addicted to this series and determined to read them all as soon as possible. I was skeptical at first but I’m a fan now.

After they picked me up, we went out to the West Island and stopped at the secondhand bookstore. I ended up picking up Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood since I really enjoyed the first two books.

I love books.

Since we were out there we went down to the water but it was so disgusting outside. Even with a slight (and I do mean SLIGHT) breeze coming off the water it was just uncomfortable, there’s no shade, and everything was just a big nasty haze. I managed some pictures but less than five minutes later we were on our way back home.

Lakeshore

Hazy

36!

The kids had also picked out a little extra gift for me when I had been in Indigo, and I love seeing what they feel will be good for me. George doesn’t usually give them any input so it’s all their idea. Breanna knows I like candles so she got me a pink pillar candle and Hayley chose a little pink bear that lights up.

Presents

With everyone having new reading material and the thermometer reaching record breaking levels, we stayed as quiet as possible until supper. Breanna did make a tea party for me though, since she was distraught that I wasn’t having a party for my special day.

Tea party

There was no way I was turning on an oven or even standing over a pot on the stove so we had cold chicken, potato salad, and macaroni salad for supper. It was the perfect meal on a day like that. I also elected to have Birthday Pie instead of cake. So much better!

Birthday pie

Birthday pie

I have absolutely no complaints (other than the weather, but I AM Canadian, eh?) about my birthday or my age.

28/52 36 and counting

If next year is like this, I’ll be very happy.

If you need me I'll be in the corner melting…

This week it seems that summer has reared up upon its back legs and screamed, “I am here!” At least that’s what I’m guess based on the eyeball-melting temperatures that are in this week’s forecast. Observe:

wtf

For instance, on my birthday (which is this coming Wednesday), it’s supposed to go up to a Humidex of 43C or 109F. What the hell is up with that? I was thinking I would celebrate my birthday with a nice birthday pie (much better than cake) but instead I might just spend the day hanging out in the freezer.

Can’t we just have nice, moderate weather up here? Does Canada really need to be a country of extremes when it comes to weather?

If anyone is looking to get me a birthday present, you could get me a personal cooling device or something similar. Or a giant bag of ice.

Vacation in Iqaluit?

So anyway, if you’re wondering where I am, I’m pretty easy to find since I’m frequently found lurking close to our only partly useful air conditioner.

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On the other hand, at least I have appropriate hot weather shoes – check out my NAOT review for killer sandals!

Signs of summer

Everyone has signs they recognize as the arrival of spring. Up here, in particular, I start looking for them after a long and obnoxious winter. It might be the first robin of the season, or the first buds that pop out on a tree. Maybe a dandelion sprouts up all of a sudden or, my favorite, people start driving their motorcycles. This isn’t just limited to spring though; there are also some sure signs of summer, all of which I saw this weekend.

Inviting blue water beckoning.

The blues

Homemade sangria on the deck.

Sangria

Swimming in the pool (even if it took forever for my wimpy self to get in).

Splish splash

Deep thoughts, poolside.

Summer thoughts

Seasoning dinner (which was eaten outside on the deck while the birds sang) with fresh basil.

Basil

Beautiful flowers.

Reaching for the sun

Setting aside old fears and learning to submerge all the way under water (doing so in a hot tub is apparently less scary than in the pool).

Submerged I did it!

Beautiful dusk skies.

Night skies

Watermelon and red wine on the deck.

Summer setting

Evening snacks outdoors.

Nom nom

And of course, as much as these are all sure signs that summer is here, there’s also the undeniable factor which is never as easy to photograph – the joys of spending and afternoon and evening with friends (kids and adults alike) with tons of laughing and chatting and reveling.

Yup. Must be summer.