Saturday, August 08, 2009
Graduated - I wish I haven't
So, I have finally completed my Intensive Yoga Teacher Training Course (in Ashtanga Vinyasa). This essentially means that I do not have to wake up at 5am every morning to go to class and sweat like a pig until my fingers wrinkle in my own sweat. Also, I no longer have to do a hundred push-ups (as part of my warm up) every other day, nor do I have to endure the strains in EVERY muscle EVERYDAY as a result of the intense practice.
But, believe it or not, I am not at all happy that all the above finally come to a halt. I miss waking up early, walking every street, every walkway, crossing every road with only a few lone vehicles in sight. The smell of the morning air is amazingly fresh. The roads are exceptionally lovely when they're close to empty - no pollution of any sort can be associated with them - stunning.
As I walk down Haji Lane in the weak morning light, I can hear pigeons cooing from the rooftops - the only sound I can hear, other than the shuffling of my own feet. I realize suddenly that Singapore is beautiful, really, just that most of us wake up and get out of the house too late to catch it at its prettiest moment.
And the heart and mind feels super good too - I mean come on, I'm making my way to learn and perfect all the fun stunts that I love so dearly. And also the thought of working out in an enclosed environment, with mates that share the same passion, where our energies combine to heat the room till it's very very hot... one word, shiok. Even the cats around the area can feel our energies and come charging into the studio when we start our training. Animals are especially sensitive to invisible stuff like that.
Also, I miss the sounds of laughter, the loud "thud" of people falling from inverted postures, the sound of butt or thighs or feet slamming against the wall as people attempt to jump into inversions, the shouting of Master Paluu as he urged us to push ourselves further, the bellowing of breathes from breathless people...
Shit. I really miss my training days. Now I only hope that Master Kamal will come soon so I can start a new round of training again.
And I hope Master Kamal can teach me the art of flying into Chaturunga from Kakasana/Bakasana.
OM. OM. OM.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
2:30 AM
Graduated - I wish I haven't
So, I have finally completed my Intensive Yoga Teacher Training Course (in Ashtanga Vinyasa). This essentially means that I do not have to wake up at 5am every morning to go to class and sweat like a pig until my fingers wrinkle in my own sweat. Also, I no longer have to do a hundred push-ups (as part of my warm up) every other day, nor do I have to endure the strains in EVERY muscle EVERYDAY as a result of the intense practice.
But, believe it or not, I am not at all happy that all the above finally come to a halt. I miss waking up early, walking every street, every walkway, crossing every road with only a few lone vehicles in sight. The smell of the morning air is amazingly fresh. The roads are exceptionally lovely when they're close to empty - no pollution of any sort can be associated with them - stunning.
As I walk down Haji Lane in the weak morning light, I can hear pigeons cooing from the rooftops - the only sound I can hear, other than the shuffling of my own feet. I realize suddenly that Singapore is beautiful, really, just that most of us wake up and get out of the house too late to catch it at its prettiest moment.
And the heart and mind feels super good too - I mean come on, I'm making my way to learn and perfect all the fun stunts that I love so dearly. And also the thought of working out in an enclosed environment, with mates that share the same passion, where our energies combine to heat the room till it's very very hot... one word, shiok. Even the cats around the area can feel our energies and come charging into the studio when we start our training. Animals are especially sensitive to invisible stuff like that.
Also, I miss the sounds of laughter, the loud "thud" of people falling from inverted postures, the sound of butt or thighs or feet slamming against the wall as people attempt to jump into inversions, the shouting of Master Paluu as he urged us to push ourselves further, the bellowing of breathes from breathless people...
Shit. I really miss my training days. Now I only hope that Master Kamal will come soon so I can start a new round of training again.
And I hope Master Kamal can teach me the art of flying into Chaturunga from Kakasana/Bakasana.
OM. OM. OM.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
2:30 AM