My Internal Dialogue at my First Foray Back into Yoga

Phew. It’s not the teacher with the beaded bindi on her forehead and the jewels strung through her multiple braids. – Woah. Serious patchouli in here. – Hmm. I’m sore from family yoga on Sunday. Are the adults supposed to be sore from a kid yoga practice? — Umm. This feels good. I may be stiff and not too strong, but my balance is still good and I remember most the pose series. – WTF? How many times are people going to stand on their hands, exactly?- (Teary) Wow, I’ve been really sick. My illness has really created a lot of dis-ability my body. – I feel embarrassed that I can’t figure out and/or do that one legged-bound-upside-down-twisted-balance move…or that after two years of practicing vinyasa yoga I’ve never even SEEN that move before. – Oh, I so suck that I can’t do that. I’m such a loser.- Wait a minute, wtf does it matter that someone can stand on one foot with their arms bound through their crotch? I mean, how does that possibly make you superior? At best it’s a personal goal. Frills and nonsense man, do not sweat it. – Maybe this isn’t the best studio for me. I miss MJ. But it’s the only one w/in walking distance and it’s the only one that fits in to my new “I’m a professional artist” work schedule. – Well, I can quit in two months. My pass is only for two months. –Check me out, I can still hold a strong slide plank! Maybe I won’t need to quit in two months. Maybe I’ll get the hang of this. – Damn. Now we’re lowering our selves down from side plank with one arm and then raising ourselves up again with all our body weight on one arm. Shit.—Hmm, I thought this class was 60 minutes, at yet the poses go on. More headstands.–MMmmm. Shavasna, my favorite.

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