I'm a simple person. I see complicated poses, I get excited. I see repetitive poses, I cry.
My first experience with yoga cardio was at Bych Hot Yoga. It was military style yoga. My vision buzzed out twice in that class. I never knew what the term for that kind of yoga was, I purely thought it was just called Torture Yoga but apparently, it's called Bikram.
And how did I get to know that? By unwittingly signing up for a 1.5 class of course!
INHALE AND LIFT YOUR ELBOWS, EXHALE AND CHIN UP. REACH REACH REACH LOWER LOWER LOWER NICOLE OPEN YOUR EYES NICOLE BACK STRAIGHT NICOLE ARE YOU DEAD YET. By the way yes, yes I am.
I know Bikram is supposed to have its perks, like its an accelerated path to weight loss or balance or something but for me, it is an accelerated path to death. I hate it. I don't learn new poses and I have to breathe like an idiot.
So anyway, I managed to survive the 8am to 9.30am class. I had no time to rest or bathe, rushing straight off to Anahata after that. I enjoyed my session the last time so I thought okay, thank god I can come back here happy again.
The instructor entered the room.
And his first words, "Okay inhale and lift your elbows."
I think I broke out into internal crying laughter.
IMAGINE ME. I just travelled from a torture session at Bikram Katong to Anahata Bugis, in the hopes of not going through the same disaster again, only to meet it AGAIN. My life is a never ending cosmic joke.
So 2.5 hours of bikram yoga later, I collapsed on the floor and got bored after a while and started to try my assisted tripod stand. I fell the first time and my neck twisted slightly but the second time round, I managed to go wall-free for a grand total of 1.5 seconds before collapsing.
My sprayed elbows will be the death of me.
Right after the hot yoga class was a yin class.
In general, I hate being slow so I didn't want to try this. But my Ziva yoga instructor recommended it, saying that inflexible people should go for yin yoga because they are forced to keep a pose for minutes on end, thus making sure the body truly stretches out.
I do hot yoga blindly. It has become a duty. Hot yoga exists to simply make sure I stay in shape. Everything else, HIIT and pole and dance and varied yoga, are there to respectively build my strength, my grace, my skill set and my pose arsenal.
But yin is a gorgeous combination of strength and pose arsenal building.
The instructor seen me earlier on for hot yoga and he figured out I like to go for the challenge so he would show the class how to do the basic moves then call out to me and show me the advanced version, coming over to press me into place if I get it wrong.
I LOVE THIS PLACE DAMMIT. This place is my second Ziva Yoga. Fuck I'm so in love, Fuck me for maxing out my visits for both these places.
I wanted to carry on to my backbend class after that but I felt my Worms Armageddon call out to me and so I rushed home, in time to play a round with my sister as we devastated the other team before accidentally fucking up and suicide mission-ing our last worm hehe whoops.
Night time was me slightly losing my temper at baby despite him going over to collect our stocks by himself (because I overslept) and being absolutely on time to meet me.
I know he's not used to being a good boyfriend because when he does truly sweet gestures, he will pout if I don't acknowledge it and honestly tell me he doesn't feel appreciated.
SO CUTE MY MAN UGH.
Like when we met, I was still pouting because he almost, almost chided me for lashing out at him earlier today but he didn't in the end. And despite it fully being my fault, he still hugged me senseless and happily led me into the theatre, cheerily showing me a cupcake he bought for me awww.
Backstory: we were collecting a parcel and I usually like to buy cupcakes from a little stall next to it but that day it didn't open. So I settled for a brownie and he remembered because today, the stall was open and he sneaked the cupcake in his bag all the way to Ang Mo Kio just to surprise me :')
And the moment was all the more cuter because I was reaching back into my bag to pass him his favorite taro milk tea JUST AS he was reaching back into his bag to pass me my cupcake too WE ARE MEANT TO BE.
The movie was Point Break and holy fuck the whole movie was so good. Lack of a better plot yes but the visuals were stunning and the activities were inspiring. I need a screen-grab of the board where the guy wrote the Ozaki 8 bible list.
The last challenge was a mystery but of course my boyfriend figured out it, way before the show had any telling. He said he didn't want to tell me what he thinks it is but he was also hopping as if bursting from the inside so naturally, he told me seconds later.
Apparently, to my boyfriend and possibly the director, the final challenge was to Trust in Man.
Ozaki died trying to save the whales, but he could've lived if the whaler ship had decided to let him go, instead of crushing him to his death. Ozaki falsely trusted Man to save him and he lost his life for it.
So conversely, Bodhi trusted Utah to save him before he fell back and down the fountain. And Bodhi did try, falling after him. And so Bodhi managed to complete the last challenge, which left him back to owing the Life of Sea challenge, the one he missed to save Utah.
But the point is, my boyfriend thinks the final challenge in Point Break's Ozaki 8 is not about Nature, but about what it shares itself with; Man.
But me, I think it is about being one with Nature.
Of course my perspective is hard to compete with Gabriel's because once he said it, I felt so "whooooa" that even talking about mine made me feel meek but hey, mine is a legit alternative.
If every challenge is about being with Nature (jumping from a plane and parachuting into a hole in the ground, being where the sky meets the earth) and subsequently returning to Nature (the diamond and money heists), then shouldn't the last challenge be the biggest return of all, the return of Self?
I can give up everything I own for Gabriel. He means the world to me. But the final thing I can give him is my life, because it truly will be the final frontier, the final challenge, the ultimate sacrifice. I can no longer give after this because it is the last thing that I have.
So to them if as long as they are alive, they are indebted to Nature and so to finally unburden/ gracefully return this life, they simply have to be beautifully as one with Nature.
My idea is sounding better and better by the minute.
After that we went home where I obsessed over my kitty kats. He got excited because he bought a cowboy hat and there's a cowboy hat playing with it. I sadly told him I could only afford a marble and a cake box and he "awww so cute"-ed me and suddenly my poor cats seemed okay heh heh.
He also excitedly said he's gonna dig out all the photos of us sky diving and bungee jumping and tag it under the respective categories. And he said we only do mild versions aka rock climb at Kallang instead of free climbing at a mountain face but he still wants to tag it all with Ozaki 8 CAN HE GET ANY CUTER.
Fell asleep with the most adorable man I could ask for.
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