But he knows why the bodies continue to pile up in his waiting room. He's totally old school and thinks yoga is the devil. Are you feeling any elbow pain or tingling radiating through your fingers?" "Uh, no." It is a new tweak, but I don't even talk about yoga with him anymore. Knowing my wrecked body the way I do, I called my friendly neighborhood chiropractor for an appointment and got him to salvage the wreckage before it gets even worse.
At a workshop some time ago, he recommended that we work up to holding that pose for half an hour. Mine doesn't look anywhere as beautiful as Tias Little's.
#The big squish mod#
OK, I'm going to make it up tonight by doing some jazzy yin poses.Īctually, I skipped this morning because of a tweak in my right shoulder doing a mod version of dwipada viparita dandasana. It's too hard to motivate myself to do anything more serious at home. I know myself well enough that if I don't go to a studio, I don't do my practice other than maybe a few lazy-bones yin poses. Apparently there are discussions to finalize a place nearby in the neighborhood, but nothing's firm yet. He is supposed to be very supportive of dance and the arts. The new landlord is reportedly tripling the rent, but he wants people not to hate on him. We have until July before the lease runs out. A huge, beautiful space but with great potential for high-end condos. Hence the move to Velocity Dance where we're at now in the very cool Odd Fellows Hall. The Diver stayed there for a year, if I recall, then decided it was time to make a break. It's one of the largest and busiest studios in Seattle. So he relocated to Eight Limbs in Capitol Hill. Then he went to Belltown Yoga, where they were teaching hot yoga classes. Hardly anyone came cuz no one knew his brilliance and since this town is filled to the gills with yoga studios, anyone who was practicing already had a plethora of choices at the nearest street corner. In honor of his guru Richard Freeman, he called it the Yoga Workshop. First, he subbed at the Practice Space (a lovely boutique space), then when it folded he moved a few students to his Loft/Studio in Ballard. I've been following The Diver since he moved here to Seattle from Colorado about five or so years ago. It's supposed to snow again but I'll wearing my fugly down jacket, just in case. Armani was not happy, especiallly when he was looking like a overstuffed pillow. I ended up having to forsake fashion for function by putting on this fugly, beige down jacket from another fashion decade. I had to go back to the bedroom looking for something appropriate to wear for the inclement weather. I helped too, but I had to tough it myself, y'know.
They needed a good cardiovascular workout actually. My nice neighbors and dear partner (recovering from a cold) were huffing and puffing their little lungs out. Yesterday, I was fortunate enough to have everyone in our little plat of homes shoveling and sanding the driveway. It's not from Snow Storm 2008, but you'll get the gist. Those who do venture out in their cars, see a snowflake, wig out and drive into the nearest light post. It usually melts in few hours, but when there's snow in the forecast, people freak. Usually what I have to do is park my car at the top of the hill the night before. You see, I live on a hill in a park, which makes it nearly impossible for me to get out of the driveway in conditions like this. Got up my usual time, saw snow outside the window, then went back to sleep.