Ashtangevangelism

The Bikram gals were back at Mysore this morning. Bikram Teacher came in right at 5:30 AM. Volleyball Guy told her to warm up however she'd like, because then she'd be learning Surya A and B and the standing poses. Yay! They are here to learn Ashtanga!

The first Bikram gal, who's been coming to Volleyball Guy's for a few weeks, is The Contestant. Volleyball Guy met her at the Bikram studio, where he gets routine fixes for his addiction. She is preparing for a Bikram contest, and Volleyball Guy offered to help her prepare. Which explains the pose workshopping. Then on Wednesday, Bikram Teacher showed up. And I proceeded to be irritated.

But today Volleyball Guy asked Sanskrit Scholar to take Bikram Teacher through the Suryas and standing sequence while he adjusted The British Director and me. The Contestant showed up at 7 AM, to run through her contest poses. The contest is tomorrow. We all sat around with cameras that Volleyball Guy provided, and took pictures of The Contestant as she ran through her performance twice. The funniest thing was hearing The Sanskrit Scholar, Volleyball Guy, The British Director and myself ujjayi breathing as she worked her way into the poses. As if we could help her, if we all breathed properly.

So a pleasant morning, and a pretty good practice. Last night was led primary, with the usual suspects (Sanskrit Scholar, British Director, me and The Other Dave). I seem to have tweaked the outside of my left ankle--no idea how--but I can feel it in Marichy B and D. Just a sudden, sharp pain if I get the ankle in just the right position.

Can't really complain, though--The Cop is in worse shape than I am. Sprained his ankle running yesterday. Already has what might be a hairline fracture to his thumb from "defensive training" class (i.e., fighting), and a nasty welt on his chest from a training scenario that involved something that's not a rubber bullet, but similar. Not quite sure about what it is, but it leaves a hideous mark, whatever it is.