But I still rock.

Because yesterday, during Yoga, I did Wheel pose twice! Not only that, the lady next to me said that she loved doing yoga beside me because she could always peek at me and make sure she was doing things right. Most flattering. Also, I can now reveal that I’ve been riding my bike to and from Yoga. This lasted the whole session (except the two Tuesdays I missed at the end of October). It’s barely a mile, I think, but it’s seriously hilly, so it’s actual work. Now the Yoga class is ended. I’ll take a couple of six class sessions for the rest of the year. Then January will probably be dry, but the class starts up again in February. I don’t know if I can hold up with the biking when the weather starts to get seriously cold but I’m pretty pleased I lasted the whole class.

Urdhva Dhanurasana. Wheel. Go me! I can now sort of manage myself into a pose for about five breaths that I could sustain at will when I was nine, pretending to be a gymnast. Now if I can just get my guts up to start working on my headstands again, I’ll be yogi extraordinaire.