Anywhere, Anytime

I've been terribly busy lately. Rushing from my nannying gig to teaching yoga to all kinds of family and social things has kept my head and schedule spinning. This past weekend my husband and I planned on spending the Saturday at the lake. However, we did not plan to sleep in till 11. By the time we had gotten ready, all local yoga classes were long over. I told myself that I could practice by the lake, what a better serene place to connect with the universe. When I got there the beach was crowded with icecream-lickers, beach ball bouncers, soggy diapered kids! I tried doing a few inversions and a bikini clad down dog, needless to say I was awash with embarrassment. Lake yoga= fail.
That night we went to visit a good friend at his apartment. He has this open dining area without a table (typical bachelor). He practiced Tai Chi in that space, and I have to admit ever since my first visit to his apartment I have wanted to do yoga there. It is the perfect space, even if it is in someone else's abode. My husband and friend sat around watching Kung Fu videos and drinking beers while I watched the minutes tick by. It was getting closer and closer to midnight and I still hadn't done yoga! Was I going to have to start this year of yoga all over AGAIN?! I suddenly remembered that I had my mat in my car, and it came to me. Cue the light bulb!
I practiced in his little Tai Chi/ dining space, and it was great. I was amazed at how easily the breath took me out of the beer and Kung Fu atmosphere and into my own bodily experience. I was pulled away a couple times by raucous laughter, but all in all it was a great practice! And the night was a complete success because I finally convinced my friend to let me start teaching him yoga!
So far so good! I have not missed a day, and still love how the mere writing of this blog has forced me to make yoga a priority. I have never felt happier, calmer or healthier!

My savasana secret

Practicing every day has changed when I have time to eat, and my overall eating schedule. The times I would normally be snacking I don't so my stomach won't be full during practice. However, I've notice a new distraction filling my mind durig savasana- my hunger! I'll lay there during those 3-5 minutes of meditiative relaxation day dreaming about what I'm going to eat next! Instead of letting every muscle in my body relax or listening to my breath, I'm listing ingrediants and craving cookies!

Yoga and Relaxation

On Friday subtle soreness filled most muscles in my body. So, instead of going to my usual 90 minute power yoga class, I took a restorative yoga workshop. In those 2 hours I realized that I have a very hard time letting myself relax. While my body softened and surrendered to gravity, my mind raced on, circling through lists of lists and chores and other things so obscure and pointless that I thought I must be going crazy. Someone once said that if we could listen to a record of all the thoughts that go through our brain everyday it would sound like the crazy rants of a lunatic. I thought that my mind was calm during my yoga practice, but I realized that I need a more physically demanding practice to quiet my mind. So I'm wondering what to do with this knowledge. Do I meditate more to quiet my mind, or do I push myself through physically demanding practices to shut up my inner monologue?

One week in

So far so good. I'm loving yoga everyday. I've never felt healthier or happier.
This past weekend was Independence Day, and normally on a family and friends packed holiday I would have skipped my practice. But, because I'm doing this project I woke up early and set did my own practice for 45 minutes while my hubby slumbered the morning away. I don't know if it was the yoga that morning, but I felt great the rest of the day, and was less inclined do drink or eat things that I knew were bad for my body.
I have already learned a lot about managing my energy. I've allowed myself to have two shorter practices this past week, because I also take Kung Fu and knew I would need to energy for that practice as well as a whole years worth of yoga. It's been amazing allowing myself to back off a bit during my practice. I've actually come to like child's pose.
Speaking of taking child's pose, on Wednesday I worked for over 10 hours and ran to home to change for yoga. I was starving, but didn't have time for a real meal. So I ate a chocolate bar and went to class! 30 minutes into class and I knew I had done something stupid. My stomach flip flopped and my head swam. What a mistake! But I learned a lot about backing off and taking care of your body, and I made it through class. Note to hungry yogis- Chocolate and hot yoga don't mix!
So as of right now, I'm loving my daily yoga practice!

Yoga and Traveling

Airplane at the airport

I had grand dreams of myself rising with the sun on Friday June 18th, and making my merry way to Amazing Yoga to take the early morning(6:30) class, kicking off the 365 days of yoga with a great practice। Instead, I overslept my alarm and woke to a phone call from my husband। There still would have been time to make it to class, if I rushed। I didn't. Instead, I spent the extra time that morning, texting my sister-in-law as she lay in the hospital about the give birth to my niece! I was so excited that I forgot everything about yoga. I left home and went to work in a daze of giddiness! My niece was going to be born on my birthday! By the time I left work, there was not a minute left for yoga. I packed my bags and drove to Maryland, where I was to meet up with my mom for our trip to Mexico.

So day one was a huge FAIL।

Days 2 through 7 soared by in a blissful yoga blur। At the teacher training I attended in Tulum Mexico, we took a morning meditative walk from 7am to 8am, followed by a breakfast comprised of completely "clean" (detoxifying) foods. At 9am every morning we met for a peer-led 2 hour practice. There was free time to enjoy the beach as well as lunch and workshops in the afternoon. The evening came with a sweaty 2 hour practice taught by the retreat leaders, Karen and Sean Conley. As I said before, it was a blissful yoga blur.

Day 8 was my trip back to reality and all the chaos that comes with it। That morning a tropical storm descended on top of the paradise resort. I spent the morning packing and watching the ocean churn. I left Mexico that day without having much of a chance to practice. However, we had a 3 hour layover at the Atlanta airport. So I used 30 minutes of this time to practice a bit of yoga at terminal 31A. People watched and made fun, and yes I was a bit embarrassed. But,it felt so great to get my body moving I ignored my ego and moved anyway.

Sunday (day 9) flew by and I almost forgot to practice, but managed to find some time before bed for some gentle evening movements and stretches।

Monday was a bit of chaos। I had to get the oil changed on my car before my drive back to Pittsburgh, and I spent the afternoon waiting for my car to be ready and the evening driving. When I got home I dashed off to my sister-in-laws house and fell madly in love with my new niece, Charlotte. I was head over heals and forgot all about practicing. No yoga was done that day. So day 9 was a major fail. I could have made yoga a priority and I didn't. I could have practiced early in the morning; life is full of could haves and should haves, and excuses about how yoga is hard to do while traveling.

So I am starting again। Today begins a new count. I've decided that I need to do a year straight of yoga, and each slip up, each time I forget to practice, I'll start the count again. Hopefully, it won't happen again.

What is yet to come...

Hello! I'm Candace and I love yoga. I eat, breathe, sleep, practice, teach, and sweat yoga. A while ago somebody asked me how often do I practice yoga, and I realized, I do yoga just about everyday. Of course, there are always the crazy days when I don't make it to my mat, and I loathe those days. I got to thinking, what if I practiced EVERY day- Monday through Sunday, January to December, 365 days a year. Would I be happier and healthier, or overworked and sore? Is yoga supposed to be a daily practice, or just a 5-6 days a week kind of thing?

I am conducting an experiment on myself. Starting June 18th, my 26th birthday, I will practice yoga EVERY day for a year.