I did yoga this morning after a long yoga-drought.
My mat seemed to mock me. Poses that were once effortless were grueling and there was a moment when I thought I would rest in child's pose. But I kept pushing through, and finally my head left the game. And when that happened, muscle memory kicked in... and something else. For the first time ever, with no expectations of success, and in possibly the worst shape of my life, I hit and held "crow" for a full 3 breaths.
Of course once I realized what I was doing, I started THINKING again, and immediately pitched forward and landed on the top of my head.
But that doesn't diminish the feeling of success.
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