Saturday, March 17, 2012
Yoga-pilates fusion is due for a major comeback. And I have my own practice of it. As for last night's practice, I put stuff back in it, too. [Not the headstand which was any more fuller expression than hare pose, though. In fact, perversely, I will be counting the days I could avoid doing any such fuller expression of headstand ... the golden mean rules!]
So, "muscle confusion" is not entirely a myth. And, if anything-- even if it is, a class so precise in its cuing (alignment-wise)as what I got off of an audio download from a year's membership at virtual yoga, that I just won, does wonders for how I internally direct my own sequencing in my self-practice. Cameron Gilley's is one of those kinds of classes. As was (and it's been many months now) my last studio classes ever taken, to date. With the first, large batch of classes, the teacher had been in the center of the room doing their own class or just taking care of the advanced students in class, mostly.
Maybe other people go to class to learn new poses or to supply themselves with the discipline to go through with a lengthy practice session that isn't just a bunch of shazam or comfort asana ... But I go to a yoga class (and/or NOW, I actually take one online thanks to Myyogaonline.com) for the same reason somebody stereotypical would go take a workshop: they have an ongoing, comprehensive, lengthy and frequent home practice (OR they were Kula members of a currently-disgraced school of yoga) but, in both cases, they just need some new approaches ... could care less about "accomplishing", "advancing" or getting anywhere, for the most part.
Marshall McLuhan had been right. Television - the mass medium it is -- he said "the medium is the message", and he characterized television as a "cool medium" ... the watcher of the television had a participatory life all their own. The medium did not rely on total engagement with the medium itself.
Online transmission is not just a "cool medium" ... it is an "ice cold" medium.
So, a class video that a yoga teacher had been generous enough to publish to the web is so "ice cold" (in Marshall McLuhan terms) it demands the tapas (or heat) from the active practitioner ...
Feelin 'hot, hot, hot ...