I crawled out of bed every morning last week at 5:00 am to sweat my way through a yoga intensive. Wednesday’s sequence lead to titdasama: a straddle balanced on the arms. (See the picture above that I found on the web.) This arm balance presented the precarious challenge of suspending my booty and feet off the ground. At the same time. I made a brief attempt and quickly flopped down. I sat surveying the room of tattooed yogis wrestling through the pose. Continue reading
Getting Off the (Yoga) Sidelines
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