This is the only photo I took during the day today. (And Mrs. Crappy won’t be happy to see this one.) It wasn’t for a lack of opportunities. On the surface, this was an amazing day, mostly because Mrs. Crappy had a rare Sunday off and I was able to spend the entire day with… Read More a day.
Two years ago Sunday, I walked down the hill in Grandview Park on Mount Washington, accompanied by some pretty significant misgivings, for my first yoga class. In spite of my nerves, that morning was close to perfect: sunny and warm, but not at all uncomfortable. Two years later — on Sunday morning — I walked down same… Read More yogaversary.
That’s Chrissy. And this is the pose — a variation of it, anyway — that caused me to freak out a bit while trying to decide whether to attend Chrissy’s workshop this weekend. Here’s your spoiler alert: I am so happy I did. My yoga workshop weekend, Day Two: I knew going in that I didn’t… Read More showtime.
My yoga workshop weekend, Day One: I got better in crow and learned some tweaks with my hands and arms that will help as I move toward other arm balances. My core needs to be stronger. Practicing with my teachers is inspiring — they are strong and fearless — and reassuring — they struggle with… Read More a learning experience.
I took that shot as I awaited the start of my very first real yoga class. I was nervous. Nervous enough that I almost didn’t get seated in the grass. Nervous enough that I almost left. I had been through a couple of demonstration classes at Venture Outdoors Fest two weeks before; I did those… Read More nerves.
I used to do this as a matter of course. But it’s been years since I’ve regularly written stuff here, much less successfully completed a National Blog Posting Month month. I’m not sure why I’ve neglected a tool that I used to appreciate so much — perhaps it’s because my jobs came to too closely resemble… Read More 1. hey.
Uncle Crappy 