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Taking Time to Heal

Alternative title: When the arse end falls out of your world you sometimes just need to take a bit of time out to regroup, reassess and start again …

While I apologise for falling off the face of the earth without leaving a trail of breadcrumbs (in fairness I would probably have eaten them as I went), I did need the time away to get my shit together and to give my melancholy soul a swift kick up the jacksy. I’m hoping this post will signal my return to LHB HQ but I can’t say for certain as I don’t want to promise a schedule that I then can’t commit to in case I suddenly relapse into a grief breakdown and find myself bawling uncontrollably in a heap in the biscuit aisle at my local Tesco while shoveling custard creams into my mush as a group of old dears shake their heads and tut at my attire (usually a pair of boxers that have seen better days and a thread-bare t-shirt).

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Yogic Breathing – Bhramari Pranayama

Alternative title: There is something quite surreal about sitting in a room with 8 other people, each with thumbs in our ears and fingers over our eyes … As one by one, we start to gently make a sound, the noise vibrating in our throats becoming humming noises. Of differing pitches and volumes and lengths. Escaping into the space around us. 8 little humming bees. 

I have to admit that when the idea of Bhramari Pranayama (‘bee breath’) was first introduced to me I found the concept daunting. I didn’t think I’d be able to just shut my eyes, close my ears and make a noise without feeling vulnerable, that I would have to keep checking that I was doing it right by having a good nosy around the room … But you know what, I didn’t have to. I didn’t feel the need to.

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Calisthenics – The Pike

Alternative title: Because I had the genius idea of doing weightlifting and calisthenics right before a core yoga session … Well done Ruebi love, well done … 3 days later my abs are still crying. 

My feet are in supports, my hands are firmly planted on the mat and I’ve managed to haul my ass from plank into a move that is affectionately called “Pike” … Personally I would have called it “Holy shit I’m gonna hurk my kidneys out of my nose!” but hey ho, I wasn’t the creator of such a monster.  So as you can imagine when my Personal Trainer said “you’re looking strong Ruebi, how you finding it?” I could only answer with “oh yeah, I’m fan-freaking-tastic” while drowning in a sea of sweat…

He believed me … Or maybe he just doesn’t appreciate sarcasm at it’s finest.

Either way, I had to do another bloody set of reps!

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Niralamba Sarvangasana

Alternative title : Quite frankly it sounds like something I should see my GP about getting some cream for … In actual fact, it just means “Unsupported Shoulder stand”. Yes folks, I’m talking yet another Yoga Milestone

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts (mostly my Pole Dancing ones) I have a bit of a fear of Inversions … And like all good fears, it’s amazing to defeat them! For many months I have been doing shoulder stands as part of my regular Ashtanga class, trying to focus on core strength, balance and breathing (and yes, my boobs are still trying to kill me). Learning to trust myself in that pose, learning that it’s ok to fall out of it and try again but just to take it slow and be patient.

This week I got myself into Salamba Sarvangasana (supported shoulder stand) and then, with a “holy shit” … I released my arms.

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