Yeah, it’s not pretty to see the bare, untanned legs of a 40-something shrimp squashing down over her shoulders, hands splayed, feet flexed, dark roots showing beneath her braids, lighting so flat that any semblance of muscularity is obscured. And yet. I am so pleased with my progress in getting to a chest-down, chin-forward, flat-out Kurmasana, that I can’t help but show it off here.
Ego over vanity.
The pic was taken during one of our Ashtanga practice sessions during our 11-day Colorado excursion. Getting your flight cancelled is way underrated. The key is accepting the inconvenience and making it into a boondoggle.