This week I went to yoga. I love yoga. I am not very good at it (Ali would say I need to have “compassion for my practice,” and she’d be right, but my faint competitive streak comes out in these situations), but I am always calm and sore after, which is a nice combo. Anyways, she kicked our tailfeathers on Saturday morning, making us do things like dolphin:
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Um, I had no idea my arms could bend like that. Although I definitely didn’t look like that.
Which apparently leads into things like
peacock scorpion, which, I seriously doubt:
Photo by maureen miranda
When I got home I realized I had somehow managed to skin my elbow during all the dolphin-ing. It was weird.
As further evidence of my definite inability to be able to do any sort of freestanding armstand, today I attempted to use my very broken Starbucks cup (I dropped it on the way to work and the inner cup separated from the outer cup). I filled the sad cup at the water cooler (yes, we have a literal water cooler. No, no cool gossip or American Idol chitchat occurs there) and started on my way back to my office when I dropped said sad cup (I would like to blame this on its being broken, but let’s be honest) and it bounced and then splashed ALL OVER my sweet, pregnant co-worker who was using our copy machine. Also, the whole office is carpeted. I’ll just let all that sink in.
I got her some paper towels, I sopped up the water, I furtively swiped at the copier (I’m sure it’s fine…), we laughed and moved on but seriously. I cannot be trusted to do
peacock scorpion! It’s a very, very bad idea!
UPDATE: Ali informed me the above shots are of something called “scorpion,” which sounds rather more unpleasant than peacock, but is perhaps more appropriate.