The short-ish story:
I traveled to Thailand for a solid month, and other than some hiking and yoga it was all about mellowing out. After a month of virtually no training, I was definitely back to my baseline.
I jumped in, determined to ramp back up, and promptly injured my shoulder. Another. Month. Off. So sad. 2 months of no training, until I finally got back on track.
Training again was thrilling, I had forgotten the meditative quality of climbing. Although I find the tissu beautiful, I started falling in love with rope. The simplicity of a single line in space interacting with this body, like a little haiku.
Even though I was happy to be back, something wasn't quite right. I initially started aerial as an experiment without expectations, no ego, no performance, just play. Coming back, I let myself get caught up in competing with my expectations to the point that it wasn't enjoyable.
After another break, lots of yoga, and some other parallel aerial experiments I've finally been flirting with the rope again. It's like riding a bike, my body remembers so much more than my mind thought was possible.
Reading back, I realized I've mentioned Rodney Yee before, every time I take a class with him I'm so inspired. In this recent workshop he talked a lot about how we grip, physically and mentally, around effort but that gripping just stops everything. He proposed that supple spaciousness made more sense for the flow of it all. So on that note, the flame is ignited, I'm feeling spacious and I'm heading back up the rope...
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| lil' bit of yoga while hiking in the jungle |
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| But really... mostly rested |
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| other aerial experiments |
