I go into the yoga room, as usual for a Tuesday afternoon, and go into a comfortable spot in the room–nothing too far back or too close. A Goldilocks spot, just right. We all stretch as usual, getting ready for hatha.
The instructor comes into the room, and says she wants to make some adjustments.
“Let’s see . . .”
I can see that there is no one in front of me.
Oh, wait a minute.
“Carly, will you move up front? You have a good practice, and some people in the back are pretty new, so it’d be good for them to watch.”
Shit, are you serious? Well, OK.
Even though I sat out on a few poses, I think I kicked yoga’s ass today. I am almost getting back to where I left off years ago.
I actually started when I was 14, just going into high school. You know kids that age can bend into any position–they could literally become a human pretzel. I’m pretty sure my first time doing Eagle, I got my hands in the right position:
Fast forward nearly ten years later, and I am just starting to get my hands to connect again. I don’t say this because I want to get the position right again the first time–it’s all about the process, etc. etc. It’s just remarkable to me how much damage ten years can do.
But, I think I am on the right track to getting that back. I think my instructor saw that too. Maybe that’s why I was at the front of the room. I don’t want to be perfect–I just want to have a mini heart attack with every yoga class.
How hard is that?
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