Wow - yesterday's yoga class was a trip. I haven't tried Kundalini yoga since I lived in Baltimore and the movement is difficult. It uses many postures that I know well from Hatha and Bikram yoga, but it does all this moving in them - and you are supposed to speed up the movements as you get better at them. That and breath of fire - this quick and powerful expelling of breath in postures which makes me quite out of breath much of the time. All in all, it was a good workout.
But the setting and the people were really really wierd. Or rather they seemed to normal. Everyone spoke english - EVERYONE in the class! The class was conducted in English and held at the teachers house which was this huge, open plan Euro-American style home. It had all the exoticised prints and wall handings that I would expect to see in a yoga enthusiast's house in the states. And they had real yoga mats brought back from the US. I think every woman in the class is either foreign (there's one British lady), or married to a foreign aid worker/dignitary. It all felt so strange.
But it was a good class and it feels good to move again. I need to do more things like this to keep my sedentary ass from expanding to fill the entire apartment.
Also finished up the paper and had it vetted by R. Now I just have to translate the abstract and get it over to the Institute in an hour or 2.
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