First Few Impressions From AYC

  1. Ashtangis are really an attractive beautiful bunch of people. Not just the fit, strong healthy body shapes, but the body art, the unique jewelery, clothing, hair styles. I am an unabashed people watcher and this occasion was premium space for this.
  2. Most ashtangis are rather anal about their mat location. I would arrive a half hour early to a HUGE  almost unfilled room, and people would still want to negotiate real estate! They would want me (or someone else) to move their mat right/left/forward/back, to be next to their friend, avoid, the bump, the hum vibration from the air ducts beneath the floor, bla, bla, bla…
  3. The children of ashtangis are a well behaved bunch. I should know, like a mean witch I can smell chaos if it is nearby. From babies to grade schoolers,  they were well mannered while they waited for parents and during conference.
  4. These teachers and their assisitants worked their tushes off! those rooms where huge, and they patrolled and adjusted non stop, no standing around in a corner surveying the room. example follows:
  5. Very geeky and lame, but I’m happy to have been adjusted by everybody! favorite moment: when David Swenson came over on day 3 and said let’s see if you remember what we tried yesterday in revolving triangle. In a room with 200+ people? I was very touched.
  6. A very handsome gentleman named Noah gave me such a shall we say firm adjustment in Badakonasana, that I let out a yelp that sounded like a rebuked street puppy. He found space, god bless him.
  7. On some days you were surrounded by advanced practitioners landing like planes, inches from your face, hand, foot. A little unsettling.
  8. San Diego has the most beautiful geography, the best community park, superb beaches, but the ugliest architecture I have seen in a long time. You don’t have to agree with me, but this being my blog and and all, allows me to make sweeping statements like these.
  9. Having heard these senior teachers speak in the same room for this amount of time was not only enjoyable (best story telling since whoever your favorite college teacher was) and full of wisdom and info, but I’m sure it was some kind of reward  boon or payback from something I did not screw up.
  10. Everything hurts, everything. But you knew that. More anecdotes and details will follow, when I look at my half assed notes and remember more stuff. Lots too catch up on here.