Lovin’ the Greek Wedding (2)

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re: My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2

My wife and mom are the types of ladies who could watch non-stop Hallmark channel romance movies and not blink an eye. While me, myself, and I could watch Mixed Martial Arts and College Football without going to the bathroom or eating for 7 days straight.

That being said, I loved this movie. It is witty, fast moving, with a bunch of little nuances you have to be careful to notice. The writing and cinematography are spot on.

I think even kids could get into this one, as much as they wouldn’t want to admit it. A wonderful family romp good for lots of laughs. It would work as the perfect date movie too!

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I Don’t Fit The Mold

I never did.

  
I never will.

I have a colleague who is an Iyengar-trained teacher. She shared that, having come to Iyengar later in life, she was going to have a very tough time reaching the next levels of her practice. Bodies that are naturally flexible or have potential to be flexible will move up the ladder in a progressive manner. But there are limits to those of us who have been around the block to open something that has been closed for decades.

I would never say never, but some realities are just that….realities.

I have embraced Rocket yoga and recently had advanced training in it. It is such an uplifting, playful, and empowering practice. It is adult play time. And others see that in the practice as well. I have people who attend my classes who can imagine themselves one day reaching an enjoyable climax to their journey. It is attainable.

I agree. Yoga is not a competition. I believe in ahimsa, non-judgement, not harming self or others. Rocket teaches us “Function over form”. It is what is so freeing about Rocket. However, I believe true Ashtanga is “Form over function”. You have to fit the mold, or you’ll never fit in. If you always stop at Marichyasana A and are never allowed to proceed beyond that point, then you’ll never grow. 

Some yogis believe that all there is…is yoga. I’m quite fine with that idea. If that’s what you want, then fine. But I have more in my life. I enjoy strength-building, among other things. I’m fascinated with Olympic weightlifting. But I also embrace powerlifting, strongman, and CrossFit. The goal of these are not flexibility. The goals are to get stronger. And to get stronger, you need layers of muscle and thick connective tissue. It is why yoga is a perfect compliment since it can help maintain length and quality of life. But to the yoga-centric person, it is counter-productive to reaching the next pose. You will never fit into the mold if you continue things outside of yoga.

I realized yesterday how true this is for me. My mind was already opening to new opportunities. The dead end to my journey in true Ashtanga came yesterday. I’m doubtful that I’ll ever go back. I don’t fit the mold. And I refuse to give up the other loves in my life. It is a freedom that I hope to share with others. I still admire Ashtanga and the roots and history of the practice. But I am not a practicing Ashtangi anymore. I’m a Rocket Man. I’m free to fly. I’m worthy. I’m not deficient. I’m not tight. I am strong. I am me. I am capable. I won’t be defeated anymore.

The Moon and Me

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I would like to say that the Moon made me a little crazy over the past few days. Anybody else feel this way? My testosterone must have been boosted like 2 to 3 times its normal production. I was a maniac. I found myself working out, doing yoga, working hard, and chomping at the bit for more!

I don’t know the science behind these things. In Field Ecology and other biology courses, we’ve talked about effects on wildlife related to lunar events. I even have a Timex Sportman’s watch that shows prime times for fishing and hunting. They all revolve around Full Moon, New Moon, and Quarter Moon events. And humans are animals too. Garsh was I an animal the past few days!

Now I’m somber. Not really a let down or anything. I’m just me. But let me say, I’m not responsible for anything I did the past few days…

In The Eye of the Beholder

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A Masterpiece needs no explanation.

If just a glimpse in the corner of your eye, does it gather your attention?

Perhaps a sunrise. A long-haired maiden. A colorful mural resting in the shadows of an alley.

You hear a sound. Music in your ears. Orchestrated by the most delicate touch.

Crescendos. Decrescendos. Andante. Allegro!!

An image that comes to life. You can see the artist’s sweeping strokes.

Wafting sinews of a blend of spices from a Master Chef.

If it needs interpretation, is it art?

If it doesn’t captivate you, does it have significance in your heart?

It should take your breath away. It melts my soul.

Of Wallballs and the sort…

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(pictured: me at CrossFit Champaign-Urbana. Photo cred: sweet pea photography)

Truth be told, I hate wallballs. Is hate too strong of a word? How about despise?

In CrossFit, there is this workout called Karen. It is simple. Do 150 wallballs as fast as you can for time. For Men, you toss a 20 pound medicine ball above a 10 foot line. Sounds simple eh? Not so simple.

That crazy wallball has a mind of its own. You have to position your feet perfectly to catch the bounce off the wall. And those leather concocted balls stitched in a geodescic design are not that evenly weighted. They hit funny and ricochet in weird directions. You squat down so hips are parallel to knees and, for short guys like me, you almost jump off your feet to get it high enough. It bounces off the wall and hopefully catches perfectly between your hands. The ball is pretty wide. So you end up squeezing it between your hands and against your chin. I’ve hit my chin pretty hard at times. My chest and shoulders are often sore after because of all the squeezing. But your legs and butt get the brunt of the work.

So, to recreate this misery, I went to an outdoor basketball court at the University. The backboard is perfect since the rim sits at 10 feet high. It takes some accuracy to get it to the side of the backboard every time. Yep, the pain was just as I remembered. I had a good rhythm to 20 reps and then my wheels came off. That didn’t take long at all! I was doing a 40-30-20-10, not even a full Karen. I planned to rest in between and do everything fast. Ha! Not fast at all. I rested in a lot of places besides the 1 min rests. And I really thought I was getting into good CrossFit shape.

I’ll only do 50 (25 + 25) as part of an upcoming competition. This has me thinking twice about how ready I am. I almost barfed 3 times driving to the grocery store afterward. It was 35 degrees Fahrenheit outside when I did this so I had trouble regulating my temperature in the car. Those hot flashes led to that bitter taste in the back of my throat. Ummm, not good.

If you’ve never tried these wallball things, maybe you’d like to experiment? Or maybe run the other way. I’d advise the latter.