Balance Is A Verb

the title pretty much sums it up? today at L's C2, i was simultaneously reminded both why i love and why i hate yoga.

why i hate yoga: OH MY GOD MY QUADS. THEY BURN SO GOOD. L had us do lots of intense crescent moons and warrior IIs and horse poses. LIKE A LOT OF THEM. and now i think i may die.

why i love yoga: i'm 98% sure that my heels are now millimeters from touching the ground in down dog. which is surprising seeing how i haven't actually been in down dog in at least a week. ALSO. I DID A FREAKING TRIPOD HEADSTAND. WITHOUT THE WALL. IT WAS AWESOME. THE AWESOME-EST. 

so i'm pretty much super stoked to be alive right now. minus the spontaneous awkward meeting of the new neighbor boy right after yoga when i was super sweaty and too mentally unprepared to deal with him in a logical fashion. yoga highs kill, people. ...well, no one died, but still....

but all my friends are coming home and doing fun things and i don't want to miss them and i'm lazy an waahhhhh.

i really do. mostly because i'm getting almost-good at tripod headstand. and by almost-good i mean i can almost do it without the wall.

also, my new favorite asana is bog toe/revolved big toe. it's one where i can see a lot of improvement in my flexibility. which is fun. 

so, i'm usually pretty good at this. some fairly attractive boy-man plops down in front of me or behind me while i'm soaking up my mat pre-class and i'm like "hey, he's kinda cute," and then i move on and don't think about him ever again unless i happen to see him in the lobby after class, in which case, i tend to duck my head and bolt.

but today was different. today, my friends, was very un-yogic. 

let me just say, first off, that it wasn't my fault. this kid had to set up not in front of me, not behind me, not five feet away where i wouldn't see him ever again, but RIGHT NEXT TO ME. i was like "this is okay, i'll just... pretend... he's not.... here..." false. because, you know first time we do right knee to right elbow look right, i can;t help but notice how smokin' his back muscles are. and then, when we're doing wide-legged forward fold, you know, his adorable bum is right in my face, AND THEN, to top it all off, when we're in revolved lunge, he show-boats into this kind-of-crow-kind-of-not arm balance which i couldn't not see because i was looking right at him, and how can talent and slight show-offishness not be a deal sealer, right?

i won't even go into how i'm pretty sure our whole practice turned into a yoga-off.

i am ashamed.

so ashamed, i wont even admit that when i saw him in the lobby i bolted. typical.

BUT I WAS SUPER FLEXI TODAY, ESPECIALLY IN SEATED FORWARD FOLD, SO THAT CANCELS OUT EVERYTHING.