I am not a graceful person, and that’s putting it mildly. While sometimes I pretend it’s a depth perception problem that keeps me knocking my hips on countertops, grazing door frames with half my body, and dropping and spilling things on the regular, I really just have poor control over my body and zero coordination. Some days become such an endless series of dropped, stubbed, banged, knocked, tripped, bumped, klutziness that my husband tells me, “Sarah, make a conscious effort, would ya?” It’s somewhat charming that he seems to think just trying harder is going to solve a lifetime of gracelessness.
On the other hand, I am a very competitive person. This may sound silly, but people are amazed at how fast I can type. People come into my office and are awed by the speed of my fingers on a keyboard. Want to know how I achieved such mad skills? Pure competitiveness. When I was an 8th grader taking keyboarding, I sat next to a friend of mine who was a very fast typist. And every single day, I had to prove that I could type faster. I’d will myself to type faster and faster until my wrists started to cramp. Because in my mind, it was the keyboarding Olympics. I was winning the gold. I was blowing everyone else out of the water. That’s just one small taste of my competitiveness.
Taken together, these two traits make for an unlikely yoga student. Add in the fact that I’m so out of shape that when I stepped on my little sister’s Wii Fit for analysis, my Mii slumped over like a weak little noodle and I was informed that I’m out of balance and underweight, and you’ve got a VERY unlikely yoga student. Continue reading “yoga and struggle”