I think this blog is fast becoming a place where I only post updates about my progress in getting my a%% to Mysore; I don't seem to have much else to say these days (or, more precisely, have much inclination to say much else), in between my personal and work life, and trying to get everything together so I can be in Mysore come July 1st. I mean, I guess I can write about my practice (Here are some "highlights" from this morning's practice: It was cold here this morning (the temperature dropped to somewhere in the 20s after a few glorious days in the 50s). I just barely managed to bind in Supta Kurmasana (maybe the first thing Sharath will say to me when he sees me in Mysore will be, "You need to reduce weight!"), but somehow still managed to bind my wrists on both sides in Pasasana (how can this be? Maybe Pasasana, despite being in the second series, is actually more forgiving to adipose tissue than Supta K... who knew?).
If you are rolling your eyes right about now, I totally understand. Who wants to hear some OCD Ashtangi obsess about the minutiae of binding in Supta K versus binding in Pasasana? Well, maybe I'll switch gears, and see if I can regale you with my Mysore preparations. Actually, I'll try to regale you with my fiancee's Mysore preparations. No, she is not going to Mysore to study at the KPJAYI: She practices Ashtanga here and there (she talks about really getting into Ashtanga so she can get an "Ashtanga Body"...), but she is not crazy enough to want to go to Mysore just to be able to wake up at some ungodly hour to go to a funny studio called a shala to be adjusted by some Indian guy and his assistants.
But she has nevertheless very kindly decided to come to India with me, to see if she might be able to do some kind of training with a Montessori school while I'm doing my yoga thing (she's a Montessori teacher). Last night, we found out that there's actually a couple of Montessori schools in Mysore. She called one of them, and spoke with the director. The latter asked her to send her a formal email explaining why she wants to do the training with them. She did, and we are now waiting with, uh, bated breath to see what they'll say. I think it would be really cool if we can be in Mysore together; I'll get up to go to the shala every morning, while she goes to do her training. It'll be almost like our life here, transplanted to another continent. Interesting, don't you think?