Nobody can say I hide my ongoing dislike of yoga and Ashtanga. I’m not someone who loves yoga.
For the past couple of weeks, there’s been a new, albeit little, flair to my Ashtanga practice that I hate. Fact is, it creeps me out.
In a desperate, and most likely ultimately unsuccessful, attempt to gain flexibility, I’ve added in both Hanumanasa and pigeon pose into my practice. It’s in the usual place for these poses, right after the Prasaritas. Keep in mind here, at 6 foot 1, I’m not getting my feet beyond the ends of my yoga rug. So these are not pleasant poses.
As I move from one side to the other, there’s the loudest — and for me, chilling — crack somewhere deep in my left hip joint. In checking out anatomy graphics, I’m thinking somewhere near either the Abductor Longus or Magnus and the Gracilis muscle. Maybe the ishium?
Whatever and wherever, what freaks me out is how right at the center of everything it seems.
Creaks and cracks of wrists and ankles is one thing. Those are so at our extremities that it doesn’t feel like a big deal. I could manage, worst case, with a broken or wrecked wrist or ankle.
But this sound comes from somewhere at the root, at the core. If it really did snap, that’d be it. One part of my body would fall to the left, the other to the right. And it sure sounds like that’s trying to happen.
Of course, that’s not going to happen. (I don’t think.) But it’s just this freaky reminder of the tension and the tightness, not to mention that it is coming from a spot you never see, except maybe in Supta Kurmasana.
As I said, it’s a little thing. It’s not failing to bind in Marichyasana D, or anything. But coming at like 6:15 a.m. in the morning, it invariably makes me feel just briefly a bit sick to my stomach, a bit freaked, a bit weirded out.
The opposite, I suppose, of the Tom Sawyer effect.
I’m on guard as I approach these poses, as a result. I’m neither stable nor at ease. It’s a challenge almost entirely of mind, to not get caught up in what’s next, to be stable and natural in the pose I’m in at the moment. But I know it’s coming.
And so I can add this to the various challenges and struggles of the practice. As if I needed more.
But that’s not really why I hate this. It’s the freaky sound I can’t stand. (*Shudder*)
Posted by Steve