shanmonster | Can I Get Any Busier?

Yoga just about killed me yesterday. It was my first time doing an ashtanga class in a warm (warm? HOT!) room, and with a dozen other people and the heaters full on, the humidity was about 100%. My asthma really, really, really didn't like it. Next week, I'll try putting my mat down beside a cracked window, and maybe my lungs will be more obliging.

Later on, I taught my intermediate dance class. Beforehand, while idly speculating about strange possibilities, I decided to try dancing while upsidedown in a shoulder stand. I did mayas and shimmies and figure 8s and whatever else I figured I could handle on my precarious shoulder perch. Everyone was in stitches, so I need to see a video of this! Who knows? I may be able to design a comedy piece around this bizarreness, with a bra on my arse and a belt down by my waist.

When it was time for the class, I taught about taqsims and emotional interpretation of music. One of my students is only eleven, so I didn't think she'd be able to empathize with emoting love lost, so instead, I had her do such wonderful interpretations as the my-puppy-died dance and the I-don't-want-to-go-back-to-school-and-take-my-most-hated-class-all-day-long dance. I think it went swimmingly, after the initial giggles wore off.

This morning's beginner class also went well, despite there being only two students (next section, I'm definitely moving my class to an afternoon slot. Sunday mornings are apparently a bad time).

snowy_kathryn and

random_echoes worked one-on-one with the new girls, and there was definite progress for all.

snowy_kathryn and

random_echoes seemed much more comfortable in their guidance, and the new students were becoming more adept at the various movements. Excellent!

I'm about to go on another kayaking expedition. We shall see how I manage. My body is still pooped out from yesterday's yoga marathon.