Here we go, short, sweet, and to the point.
After a long day of sucking spit, teaching yoga, and typing business, I decide to take the 8:15 pm yoga class at Backbone Yoga. My body was weak and tired but I needed to move. Not sure if we were 10, 20, or 30 minutes into class when Mr. Yoga cued standing splits on the second side for the second time.
Sh!t. I was getting deep. Folding more forward than ever before. As my mind was going “woahhhh cooool” my body was like “fuhhhkk noooo”. Front and center, of a class filled with people, at a studio I teach at, I ate shit. Not only did I fall forward out of my standing split for all to see, but a nice wad of drool fell down onto my purple marbled mat with me.
And there you have it. Shit happens. To everyone. Whenever it wants to. No one is perfect. No practice is perfect. No body is perfect. No pose is perfect. Everyone experiences occasional “timbers” and tomorrow is always a new day so…
Namast’ay fallin’ forward 😉
Peace. Love. Timber.
moyoga108 