I am actually a proponent for falling on the face. After it happens you know what the worst is and you can let go of your fear of it.
Great new post from Gabriela at Stories of Spontaneous Combustion
How Low Can You Go?
Bang.That’s the noise my head made when it crashed into the ground this week as I was doing the dropback sequence.Between the second series backbends, three urdhva dhanurasanas, three dropbacks (which I can’t yet get up from on my own), three assisted backbends and one attempt at heel-catching per day my lower back is in shock mode.Strangely, it’s not too sore or anything. And strangely, I don’t feel nervous or psycho after practice every day, which is what usually happens when I OD on backbends back home. Either way, I feel that once my lower back and I get through this, a set of wings is going to sprout out of my ass and carry me deep into the terrifying jungle of second series.Well, this week, I was so tired of bending back, that my arms simply refused to extend faster than my head.Luckily, apart from letting out a deep, maniacal howl, I survived the emergency landing.In fact, it served a magnificent purpose.See, a miracle had happened a few minutes earlier. The Mysore Magic kicked in and somehow, with a facial expression that probably looked like I was giving birth, I pushed with all the power in my being and managed to spring up from laghu vajrasana all on my own. It resulted in another uncontrolled landing, this time on my face, but I cared very little for the lack of grace, inside of me there was a party going on. Oh yea, I got up, oh yea, here we go, oh oh oh yea.