I survived the workshop, hoorah! Even though I was up until *gasp* 11pm last night. Sadly our team did not win the pub quiz, but we did work out an excellent happy dance for when we got a question right, the victory dance will just have to wait until next time. Actually I think our team should have won for enthusiasm alone.
So only managed to get about 5 hours sleep and my bed was so comfy this morning it was a real wrench to get up. I managed to lure myself out of bed with the promise of a caramel latte after practice and the thought of a lie-in tomorrow.
Interestingly the number of people at the workshop who did the whole five days was pretty small. There must have only been about a handful of us who did it. Well done to all of us I say. I was surrounded by second series practitioners today, I guess there must be about 5 out of the 20 or so people on the workshop doing intermediate. I don't count myself in that group yet. Maybe when I reach kapotasana or some of those other scary looking poses I will.
Anyway, practice was OK, I was a bit tired, but went through the primary OK. Interestingly Matthew picked up on my knee injury during ardha badha which no other teacher has done. My hip must be slightly at the wrong height as he noticed it straight away. The other side is fine, but on the bad side it is a little wonky. Something to work on. It is funny as although the knee is not perfect it still lets me do Mari D and garbha p comfortable (which totally rocked today, yahoo!) without too much trouble. I just have to be conscious of not pushing over the edge.
I made an executive decision not to do drop backs today and as penance Matthew came over and told me to do the three intermediate poses from yesterday. The man must be psychic. I suppose that is what all the yoga does to you. Pasasana was much better balanced than yesterday but the bind was a bit ropey. Krouchasana is still my favorite pose at the moment and salabasana was fine. By the time I got through the finishing postures, I was cream crackered but very happy to have done the whole workshop and to really feel like I am progressing.
Ashtanga is like a demanding mistress. It makes you get up in the morning for extreme physical exercise and makes you think about it all day long and if you neglect it, you get more pain than you can really deal with. But man it is all worth it!
So in celebration of a rest day tomorrow I am off to a party and I will drink some wine. Yay!