Fucking Yoga: Conquering Boat Posture

See that on the left? When I started doing yoga, I could sit on my ass with my knees bent and my feet in front of me. Then, after about a month, I could do what that chick is doing except I had to hold my legs under my knees. As of tonight? I look Just! Like! Her! Except much prettier. Well, and, my shoulders are back.

Tonight there were 11 guys (12 including the yogi) and only me and one other girl. The guy next to me was new, and kept looking at me to see how to do things. The guy across from me is really good, and totally the type of kid who had his books smacked out of his hands as he walked down the halls in high school. Still looks like a dork, but now he's a strong dork who can do yoga very well.

I don't know if the Wednesday chick I hated was fired because lots of other people hated her or what, but she's not there on Wednesdays anymore.

If you ever did any sport for many years, you'll instantly know what I'm talking about here. You know how when you start out, the instructor just gives you enough personal direction so you're not hurting yourself? And eventually when you're cruising along, you get almost no direction. But. Then you get to the point where you start getting a tiny bit good, and the instructor starts noticing you again and giving you more personal direction, to push you a little harder? That's where I'm getting in yoga with some things.

There are things that I flat-out can not do at all. But then there are other things, like the boat posture, that I've steadily gotten better at doing. Sometimes, I even find myself breathing deeply through my nose when I'm not paying attention. It scares me. It worries me that one day, I may be hanging up the phone with you and instead of saying "Goodbye!" a little "Namaste" will slip out instead. I apologize in advance.

Don't worry though. I still hate nap-time.