You know how teachers say that the yoga pose you hate the most are those that you need the most? Well, This morning I thought up of a project I want to embark on…24 days of Mysore. Well, it started out as 30 but chatting with my friend on the way to the studio changed my plans a wee bit so I thought of cutting it down by a week.This occurred to me because just about this time last year, I set out on a 30-day yoga challenge and I was looking for something to do this year.
Anyway, I decided that maybe it is time to get to know Ashtanga a little bit better and maybe discover why the practice and I don’t mesh very well. I am a Yin baby, after all, with a love affair on the side with Vinyasa. And so keeping that idea of that what you hate most is what you need most, I am going to put on a brave front and experiment on this. I don’t know what it would be like, or if I will make it through, but I shall try. That’s all I can do anyway, right? Haha.
Why do I dislike Ashtanga (or at least think I dislike it)? Well, at this present moment, I am chalking it up to my disdain for the repetitiveness of the sequence and the fact that I can’t do about half of the poses. During teacher training, I had told my teacher Anna that I think I don’t like Ashtanga because it highlights what I cannot do rather than make me feel supported and nourished, the way yin does for me. Now that I write this, I realize that that’s the way I am off of the mat. I don’t like doing things I am not good at and in fact, when faced with those kinds of tasks, I choose not to do them at all. Perhaps this is why I need Ashtanga. Hmmm. (note: now that this is coming to me, do I really need to do this experiment??? hahaha).
And so for the next 24 days, I will make it a point to do the Half Primary (well, I can’t make it past Maricasana, so that’s all it’s gotta be!), either Mysore style or in class. I hope to document this experiment and reflect on why this practice, much as it is not my preference, is exactly what I need at this point. Wish me luck, yes?
P.S. Why 24, you ask? Well, four was too short, fourteen okay but twenty four rhymed best with Mysore. Random Haha.