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spies mfu goodliest outside napoleon

bring me your lovely light. i'll be your satellite.

I totally just did a tripod headstand with no spotter and no wall. This physical fitness thing is really awesome.




(Scott took the photo. Because he is tolerant. And he's been spotting me since last year some time while I practiced. He is a patient soul.)

I have not been this geeked about a yoga accomplishment since wheel pose. (Proper crow was pretty exciting too, I admit. And handstands, even though I still use a wall and cheat to get up. And bound side angle. But wheel was the best! And so is this. Exhilarating. Success, when you have worked for it, is the greatest thing in the world.)

You practice and practice and accept that you're never going to get it and you fall over a lot and then one day it happens and it's actually easy. Easy-ish. Easier than you expected. Much easier than the practicing made it seem like it would be.

I was thirty years old before I learned how to learn things. Nobody has ever taught me. Either I could do things or I couldn't, and there was never anybody who explained to me that no, you have to study. You have to fail. And keep failing better (and trying different things and researching and stuff) until you're not failing any more.

It was writing novels that taught me this, by the way. Because I never could. And then eventually I just kept trying long enough and did. Then I wrote four more, and sold one.

Reader, I had an epiphany. Stuff doesn't just happen or not happen. I mean, some of it does. But some of it happens because you keep doing hard things long enough to learn the knack of it, and then it's less hard.

Writing novels is exactly the same thing as running thirteen miles, or doing a headstand, or learning how to cook.

And I'm better at this stuff at 41 than I was at 14. It's amazing how useful it is to know how to learn things.

Also, damn, have I got some spinal erectors going on. Let's hear it for deadlifts, boys and girls.

Now to work on my form.

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Oh, well done!
Congratulations. Looking good.
Impressive!
Go you!

I was thirty years old before I learned how to learn things. Nobody has ever taught me. Either I could do things or I couldn't, and there was never anybody who explained to me that no, you have to study. You have to fail. And keep failing better (and trying different things and researching and stuff) until you're not failing any more.

THIS. Knitting was the thing that taught me this.
It's amazing how well it works, too. It's just slow.

Why don't they teach this in schools?
wow. You inspire me, Bear, as a fellow fat girl who loves yoga...
Go get 'em, tiger. *g*
I have the opposite learning going on now: I could always do a backbend (I call them that because I learned it in little-kid tumbling and then gymnastics rather than yoga) and learned to do a headstand on my own at, oh, 9 or so. So I don't really remember not being able to do them. Now I don't, though, and it turns out that I no longer have the back flexibility for a backbend, and while I can still kick up to a handstand, it hurts my wrists too much. (I can still do a headstand, though.) So to continue your practice metaphor, stuff happens because you keep doing hard things long enough to learn the knack of it, and then in many cases it keeps happening only because you keep practicing that knack.

(Not that that would help the wrist issue, though. Sometimes you just accrue injuries.)
Yeehaw! Congratulations!

(Just wait until you get a few more years going...for me, the forties was when I could Do Stuff physically I had no hope of doing when I was younger. I'd be willing to bet that will be the case for you, too--the forties rule! Well, the fifties do, but differently...)
I am impressed, and no little bit jealous - my BP is so low on a normal day that I'm likely to pass out if I try a headstand. :-(
Do you know if cardiovascular exercise helps with things like postural hypotension and all that? I've heard conflicting things.

Jesus God, lady! You're trying to make the rest of us look bad!
Naw. She's just making HER look GOOD. The rest of us can look good or bad on our own; it's not a zero-sum game.

She's added to the level of awesome in the world, which in no way takes away from the level of awesome you, or I, add to the world.
Rock the fuck on, you.

I look forward to when wheel isn't HA HA HA NO for me. And when crow isn't three seconds of NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE
The trick that taught me wheel was when my instructor told me to stop pushing with my arms and pull with my hips. It's all core.

I'm not sure Crow is EVER not the face not the face.
Cool! Quilting was my a-ha moment in this regard. It's amazing how much making a bed-sized quilt and writing a novel have in common. Especially if you hand quilt.
I think writing novels gave me the skills I needed to run a half-marathon.

You just get up and do whatever you can do that day, picking away at it, and eventually you reach the end.
Yes, this! All of this!

(I remember how absolutely exhilarated I was, the first time I pushed up into Wheel. I do it regularly now, but it never gets old, that wonderful feeling of I can do this.. I'm almost there in Pendulum, and working working working for it with Crane. But it is work, and it's wonderful, and oh so satisfying.)
Yay!
Go you!

"I was thirty years old before I learned how to learn things. Nobody has ever taught me. Either I could do things or I couldn't, and there was never anybody who explained to me that no, you have to study. You have to fail. And keep failing better (and trying different things and researching and stuff) until you're not failing any more."

Mostly martial arts for me. Particularly the part where I didn't think I was especially talented* and I kept doing it anyway because I thought it was worthwhile.

* In retrospect, while not untrue, a lot of this was struggling with physical issues.
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