There's nothing like the prospect of a Mysore practice with a senior teacher to shake off the winter doldrums.
For the past week this former noon-sleeper has dragged her ass out of bed happily at 5:45 each morning to join a dozen other students and practice with certified teacher David Roche, who led a weekend intensive and eight days of morning self-practice right here in The Windy City.
At one point during the weekend intensive we even got to act like minkeys while doing Kapalbhati breathing.
David is tireless and detailed and patient and full of insight and gives unusual adjustments the likes of which I haven't experienced in eons -- the type that awaken long-dead muscles and make weird sounds come out of the mouth.
But he's on his way back to Oz at this very moment.
And we're all a little sadder (and our quadriceps a little sore-er) because of it.