Mysore practice on Friday. Primary Series only (as if I am practicing anything else, haha). The shala was quiet, we were only with eight people. I ohmed extra loud.
After practice I talked to my new yoga friend C. I already call her friend even though I have spoken to her only three times for about five minutes in my whole life, but I see her every morning and I know we click. And it is easy to be friends with someone who has the same passion, which in our case is Ashtanga yoga.
She told me about her injury. It is something with her knee and a muscle in her buttock.
'Even the sun salutations are painful.'
'Shouldn't you better rest?' I asked.
'No, it is better to do yoga. Even if you are injured. But you have to adjust the asanas. This is again a lesson for me. I have to be patient and humble. And do what I can. Nothing more and nothing less.'
'But I have to admit, that it bothers me. In august, I am going to Copenhagen, to do a workshop with Sharath. He will be teachting classes of led Primary, but at this point I absolutely cannot do Primary.' (I later realized this was the first time I heard a person say the name Sharath to me out loud. Nobody in my family nor my friends know who Sharath is.)
I was a bit shocked since she is an advanced student.
'How is your practicing going?' She asked. 'I sometimes look at you and see your poses do look nice.'
I was flattered.
She added: 'Not that it is important how your poses look. But still..'
'It's going well. It's good, I am loving it,' I answered.
'Where are you in the practice?'
'I am still practicing half primary.'
'And what is that?,' she asked. 'What's your last asana?'
'That's very good, if you can do that already.'
'I didn't say that I can do that pose properly. But I am practicing it.' I smiled.
She told me about another teacher, who at the moment is not teaching because he has a groin rupture and he needs surgery on his knee.
All these injuries. It scared me a bit. I have to be careful. I want to continue this practice as long as I can.