I hate to admit it, particularly so soon after commenting on consistency and motivation, but it happened again last week: just five days of practice. I had a big assignment due for one of my classes, which demanded most of my time away from work. I took Thursday as my 'rest day' in order to get a big chunk of work done, thinking I'd be able to fit in a practice on Sunday... but alas, it was a no-go on the yoga. I did fit in a quick but intense 30-minute upper body workout of pull-ups and push ups before work (10 overhand pull-ups, 15 push ups, 10 underhand pull-ups, 15 push ups, and so on...).
I had planned to make up for it yesterday with a nice, long practice... but, again, I failed to make this happen. I managed to squeeze in a practice with a 60 minute Yoga Today class, led by Adi, entitled "Cultivate willpower with core exercises," which was brief, and lacking in backbends. I made the most of it, though, working on my vinyasas (lift ups, jump throughs, some jump backs, and always, bandhas). It was a decent class, with good focused core work, but I can't say it was satisfying for me. I had taken this class before, several months ago, and I remembered it being especially challenging. This time around I was pleased to note that I hardly broke a sweat, and I was beefing up the sequence with dynamic vinyasas. It's nice to see clear evidence of improvement once in a while, even if it means going through the motions in a boring class.
So, I have been staying active, even though my practice has been a little short-changed. It's the meditation that I'm missing most. No meditation on Sunday or Monday has taken its toll. I can feel the accumulation of junk-thoughts in my mind. The mass is growing denser. It needs to be released.
On the subject of meditations, my meditation practice Saturday night was astounding and indescribable. I hesitate to try to put it into words, for fear of trivializing the experience. Let me just say that I completely fell away from the world, and hovered in the vacancy. Then I was violently sucked back into the physical, with accompanying imagery, and propelled into my asana practice, my mind still wind-blown from the experience.