I have forgotten this feeling. It has been so long.
When you’re doing something so challenging you feel like you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die, you’re absolutely gonna die. But then you keep saying in your mind that you will see it through, and you keep pushing, and you keep doing it anyway. And you survive. And then you do it again the next day.
This weekend was enlightening, to say the least. I attended my first ever yoga workshop led by Dylan Werner from California. It consisted of four classes spread in two days: Beyond Balance Vinyasa Master Class – 2 hours of flow that was so intense it felt like we were in a heated room, Strength, Balance and Core Stabilization Workshop – which emphasized how much we use the core in every movement and totally debunked the way I have always planked, Flexibility Fundamentals Workshop – 3 hours of techniques on how to be more flexible and how it is directly correlated to strength, and Get Acro Workshop – which was also the first Acroyoga class I’ve attended. Continue reading “On Dylan Werner’s Workshop, Yoga, and Going Beyond Yourself”
There are many things to be grateful for today. And so despite my tired bones and sleepy eyes at this hour, I feel obliged to write them down lest they fade away into dreams.
Here’s the reality: I am blessed.
I just came from a whole-day yoga event called Global Mala Project Manila. I was supposed to be up and about by 10:30 am for the second class, but I ended up staying in bed a few hours more as a result of my long and sleepless week. (I must say, even that sleeplessness is a blessing in itself.) Continue reading “Blessed May Be An Overused Word”
In the past few weeks, I’ve been filled with a lot of tension. Due to recent life changes, endorphin boosts have been critical to my everyday sanity. Although there is always the option to drink it up and drown in bottles of wine or scotch, I find the latter impractical, not to mention really unhealthy.
We all go through something of this sort once in a while – challenging life phases, dark tunnels we can only get out of if we walk through them… It’s nothing new, really. Except that every time you’re in there – where you don’t know when the light will finally show up, with all your fears creeping in on whether it ever will – it always feels as bad as the first time. Continue reading “Breathing Out”
In 2013, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil will be hosting World Youth Day (WYD), and we were fortunate enough to be invited by some Filipino volunteers to talk a bit about Capoeira, which, in a way, is central to Brazilian culture.
In the context of sports, this is probably the best compliment that I could ever give. If I tell you that you’re a monster, it means that you’re in more or less that physical state I aspire to be in. Earlier this year, I told myself I want to be as fit as I was back in college. Today, I pull that goal up a level higher. I want to be fit as a monster. Continue reading “To Be Monstrously Fit: Capoeira ‘Fro Day Fridays”
I find biking to be very relaxing. When I was younger, I used to bike with my sisters and cousins around the village a lot. It’s the kind of thing we do every afternoon (always with someone watching us though). My sisters and I are home-ish kinds of girls; mommy would say we can only go out around 4 – when it’s not too hot – and we have to be home before 6 – before the sun goes down. It’s a bit funny if you think of it. Most tweens would be allowed to go out around the village at that age range, but I guess it comes with the fact that we’re all girls. We enjoyed that time we had anyway. The speed and the feeling of wind kissing your face is… wow. Continue reading “Biking for Non-Bikers (Camayan Beach Resort, Subic Bay)”