It’s defeat. I mean de feet. Er, the feet. Look for your feet. Your FEET!!!
That’s me talking to myself. Please excuse the lame riddle format. Must remember to look for my feet. It would be a good idea to keep my eyes open in Kapotasana too. And to not grunt audibly through an open mouth.
That aside, best Pasasana in a long time. I’ve decided to abandon rolled mats and blankets and go for the full achilles stretching Monty. And it was good. Totally would have fallen over if Arthur had moved away, but good nonetheless. Right now, I am only focusing on the bind. The heels will help me balance some other day (year; decade; epoch).
Loving and hating Kapotasana. I feel so much fear every time it comes up as the next pose. Then I go to the wall to research it, and I feel so much fear as I begin walking my hands down. Then I feel so much fear as Christopher pulls my fingers to my feet – the balls of my feet today.
But I do it anyway. I do. I do not try. I do.
And today, I was able to come up from Kapo B, which, I suppose bodes well for more consistency in coming up from UD.
This is amazingly good fun. Amazing what the body can do with proper training and the requisite discipline.
I just don’t know what to do about how ravenously hungry I feel afterwards.