Remember in The Karate Kid when Mr. Miyagi has Ralph Macchio training by doing household chores? Just when Daniel is getting ready to tell Miyagi to go fuck himself, he realizes that the movements have become second-nature and are actually useful for defending himself against the neighborhood bullies.
I had a similar wax on wax off experience recently. My schedule has gotten a little jammed, and finding time for yoga class has become a challenge. One day in my living room I just started rattling off different poses. To my surprise, I could freestyle from one pose to another almost as if choreographed. Within a couple of minutes I had hit most of the basic poses (asanas)... almost as if Mr. Miyagi was barking commands at me.
Now I pepper the day with four or five of these micro-sessions. That's probably only about 15 minutes of total time, but I've actually improved versus when I was hitting a daily 60-minute class. Frequency seems to trump volume, at least for yoga. It's interesting... and in a future post I'll explain how I've leveraged this practice to yield an unusual benefit.