…check out my first tracks of the season in BOTH nordic and alpine skiing! i had a great time and after enjoying this photo essay? you’re gonna be JONESIN’ to hit up our Precious Mother Earth/Father Sky in all Their benevolent snowy abundance! today was INCREDIBLE to be ALIVE in the southwest San Juans…c’mon; let’s SNOWPLAY!
i warn WF Students taking Pilgrimage to any one of the Big 3: it’s gonna ramp up your mind/body/spirit (wholistic) fitness like crazy…this is from our Treasured Student, EYT (turned/earned ‘Suprana’) in her first event after taking the Imogene Pass Run Sacred Pilgrimage…Congrats, Suprana!
High Mountain Hurl…end of the first set of 2 x 5 sets of 40″ MTB Hill Repeats into 30″ Jump Squats…at 12,300’…
oh there’s Pilates, there’s Kettleballs, there is “power yoga” taught by low-landers…however, when it comes to Wholistic Yoga? there is still only one ilg – at nearly 50 years old – willing to puke black blood since 1981 just to Rise Higher Within…Toward Wholeness…Toward genuine Union with the Divine; aka; Yoga. come on…let’s share my workout today…
On an early winter ascent in 1981, Steve Ilg, a sponsored rock and ice climber, made a move on the east face of Longs Peak that unearthed a stone slab the size of an office desk. He and the chunk, already loose due to continuous freeze-thaw action on the Diamond, plummeted 60 feet to the earth where they landed… with a splash. The water bottles attached to Ilg’s pack cushioned his fall. “My climbing partner said that when I hit,
My breath comes in thrusts, like a spawning salmon determined toward higher, purer waters. Just 4 days after racing Imogene – and the very morning after teaching a HP Yoga™ PROP WORKOUT – i somehow have again managed to forget both my age and adult responsibilities and find myself bolting about the alpine tundra like a Rocky Mountain ram. …come, let’s share a Recovery Run together in my beloved pranic playground in the high San Juans as the highest chakra of Mother Earth whispers soft, tensionless saluations as she begin to hunkers down for a long, cold winter…
…to race as hard as you are able across this sparse, high terrain makes you stumble and each step seems to take twice as long as the one before it…and three times as long as all the steps you’ve taken in training to Be Here Now..yet, here you are now…and the drizzle of barometrically-challenged oxygen that you are able to eat disappears as fast as sage smoke in a sweat lodge…there is not – i promise thee – an unaching bone in your body nor does there remain an enthusiastic fiber for more punishment left in the deepest chambers of your will and you feel the little campfire of tapas within you dwindling as fast as evening sunlight in September…
The amazingly devoted WF Fan-Turned-Student-Turned-Shishya-Turned-Pilgrim EYT has just earned her WF Master Student Inka and new WF Tribal Name: Suparna. Read below to learn what that name means and why?
High Heart Rate with a view…
looking NE over Ophir Pass…the 4wd road pictured. the snow still tinges the southwest edge of the unnamed lake, about 1,200′ below my Pranayama perch. as i was immersed in my pranayama, an Osprey buzzed me at warp speed, nearly sending me off my perch! this is a very Go(o)d place to ilg…