|H's yellow watermelon, delicious!|
I've spent the last three summers in the UK, lovely as it was, it is indeed wonderful to have a sultry summer in Yamagata. I just love these tropical, hot, humid summers.
Wake up at 5.30 and it's a cool 27 degrees Celsius. By the time I finish practice at around 9 it's risen to 29. Practice is a sweaty sweaty affair. Feels great. Always reminds me of a John Scott workshop I attended where he brought in a rose and talked about how it would wilt and die faster if we didn't give it fresh water, a lesson in the importance of sweating. So, this morning, I changed my water. Thoroughly.
Practice is returning to 'normal' slowly after my fly with my bicycle. Did my first full primary, post-crash, on Sunday, it felt great. Back still twinges a little in back bending but it doesn't seem to make it worse or better whether I do them or not. Certainly no drop backs for me though.
Monday I practiced intermediate, minus kapotasana, it'll be a while longer before that comes back. Again, a sweat dripping all over the place, hot and humid affair, but wonderful. Rest of the week my personal mix of primary and intermediate and prep poses. Just fine. Savasana has been divine with the morning sun filtering in through my bamboo blinds and the sound of cicada signalling the peak of summer.
By midday I"m sewing away in my sweatshop, 36 degrees, but it's amazing how little it's been bothering me, as I'm enjoying my sewing projects so much. Home grown water melon for breaks, and although I hardly ever drink beer, have grown very partial to an ice cold glass at the end of the day. Bad lady, but hey, it's summer.
When the heat does get too much, I take myself away to a waterfall or mountain lake to cool down and refresh. It's hard to imagine this is the same place as the icy winter a few months ago.