
I always wondered what would draw them to our feet. The first instructor I had worked her way around the room in order and she'd usually get to everyone by the time the 13 floor poses were over. Then I had one who did it randomly. It's not that I particularly want someone stepping on my sweaty feet, but it does feel very comfortable. So when an instructor does it randomly, I wonder if the reward is based on effort. But on Tuesday I was trying to work my bottom off (quite literally) and she just wouldn't come to my feet. I actually had a burst of competitiveness run through me to try bend further than the girl next to me to catch the attention of the instructor (wrong I know - Yoga is about finding your inner peace and developing self-discipline not competition).
I think I really should do more yoga to manage my anger...I was in the middle of a heated argument at futsal on Sunday accused of "digging my nails" into a chick's arm. But to my defense, she was flapping her elbow around like a chicken. I just didn't want to be elbowed in the face! A million and one things (no matter how small) seem to annoy me. So Bikram, here I come!
P.S: It appears that I did work hard enough Tuesday morning because I got my feet stepped on eventually :)

The 26 postures done over 90 minutes
This poster is a reminder of how far I am from achieving the ultimate position. Just look at how vertical or horizontal the body is in some of the poses. Done under 38 degrees, you wont be surprised why I come out feeling like "I nearly died"
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