A good old fashioned jump through post, feels like old times.
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So I lost my straight legged jump through about six months ago back during the Kidney stones sage. Switched to a more delicate crossed leg Sharath style jump through.
And I was happy with that until stumbled across an old video of mine from a while back jumping through with straight legs and liked it, that little flick through, the tilt of your head as you try to work out how it's possible.
I remember my dear departed Dad telling me he'd watch Jumbo Jets take off and still hold his breath, just stand there in awe that such a massive chunk of metal could get off the ground...and he worked as an Air frame and engines engineer at Heathrow Airport for over thirty years. he's take the ruddy things apart bolt by bolt and put them together again and still he had no idea how they got off the ground, he knew the theory but still that wonder.
Feel a little like that about the straight leg jump through.
So I tried to get it back but perhaps I was trying too hard, my timing off all the different elements crashing up against each other but it would be clunky, clumsy, lacking in elegance
But hey, it came back, just like that.
Perhaps because I've been sick for a couple of days and feel only half with it, practicing to sweat out as much of this bug before Friday as possible, a little lighter, a little airy...
That's the straight leg jump through singing 'Remember me'
In a piece of music I haven't been able to get out of my head recently ,Dido’s Lament: When I am Laid in Earth” from Dido and Aeneas, by Henry Purcell
Perhaps it'll be gone again tomorrow
Another story about my father. Whenever I used to fly anywhere ( and I used to have all those cheap flights), just as were about to step on the plane there he'd be at the plane door and you'd know he'd checked the plane over himself. One trip I looked out the window and there he was walking slightly to the right and in front of the plane as it began to taxi. He had his earphones plugged into the side of the plane talking to the pilot and as he held the chord it looked to the world as if my mighty father was pulling that big hunk of metal along all by himself. Me, I was nudging the stranger next to me and pointing out the winder ' That's my Dad, that's my dad that is".
And I was happy with that until stumbled across an old video of mine from a while back jumping through with straight legs and liked it, that little flick through, the tilt of your head as you try to work out how it's possible.
I remember my dear departed Dad telling me he'd watch Jumbo Jets take off and still hold his breath, just stand there in awe that such a massive chunk of metal could get off the ground...and he worked as an Air frame and engines engineer at Heathrow Airport for over thirty years. he's take the ruddy things apart bolt by bolt and put them together again and still he had no idea how they got off the ground, he knew the theory but still that wonder.
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| Dad and I back in 2006 (pre yoga) |
Feel a little like that about the straight leg jump through.
So I tried to get it back but perhaps I was trying too hard, my timing off all the different elements crashing up against each other but it would be clunky, clumsy, lacking in elegance
But hey, it came back, just like that.
Perhaps because I've been sick for a couple of days and feel only half with it, practicing to sweat out as much of this bug before Friday as possible, a little lighter, a little airy...
That's the straight leg jump through singing 'Remember me'
In a piece of music I haven't been able to get out of my head recently ,Dido’s Lament: When I am Laid in Earth” from Dido and Aeneas, by Henry Purcell
Perhaps it'll be gone again tomorrow
Another story about my father. Whenever I used to fly anywhere ( and I used to have all those cheap flights), just as were about to step on the plane there he'd be at the plane door and you'd know he'd checked the plane over himself. One trip I looked out the window and there he was walking slightly to the right and in front of the plane as it began to taxi. He had his earphones plugged into the side of the plane talking to the pilot and as he held the chord it looked to the world as if my mighty father was pulling that big hunk of metal along all by himself. Me, I was nudging the stranger next to me and pointing out the winder ' That's my Dad, that's my dad that is".