We made it through Monday.
A serious accomplishment, if you ask me.
I even made it straight from work to bells, where my Russian friend G gave me a hug and then instructed me to “pick up your weapon.”
You got it, G.
60 minutes later, I was ready to crawl into bed and stay in a still position for at least ten hours.
It’s been a long few days of fitness.
Sunday, JC and I headed to restorative yoga, where we always try as hard as we can to be calm and still.
When it was time to balance into crow pose, I decided I was feeling strong, arthritic wrist joints be damned.
I leaned onto my upper arms, picked up my legs, and balanced.
I’ve got it, I thought.
Then I felt my wrists give.
And I tipped over.
And face planted into the floor.
Nik, were you trying to jump back into chaturanga? My yoga instructor is an ever optimist. She thought I was attempting a more advanced pose.
No, merely falling on my head, I explained, and untangled myself from the ground.
I may never be graceful, chickadees, but I can always laugh at myself, and I think that has to count for something.
Enjoy this one.