Last night, after having had a chiropractic adjustment and possibly eating some not-cleanse-friendly food, I wasn’t feeling up to yoga class. Fortunately Jen wouldn’t let me get away with it. I joked with her that it would be a good incentive if we did lots of backbends (fun story: my iPad keeps wanting to correct that to back ends. Um, no), and she agreed. I thought she was just joking around with me, but she completely delivered and then some. The class was very backbend-focused, which made me insanely happy, although I don’t know if all my fellow yogis were as pleased as I was.
I took child’s pose more often than usual and didn’t do a couple of poses that I usually can do, but I discovered that this in fact did not cause the world to end. I know, I was shocked too. File this under “recovering perfectionist.”