My hamstrings are tight like guitar strings. My back is still sore from surfing yesterday. Most of my weight presses on my one hand resting on the floor. It’s the most uncomfortable position I have ever been in. And as I try hard to keep my balance, I sweat like I’m in a sauna for over an hour.
But I’m not.
I’m in a yoga class.
As a former football player, I hear myself thinking: ‘Why did I decide to go here in the first place?!’ while giving it my best attempt to switch to the next pose. Then the teacher says: “Don’t do it like an adult. Be playful. Do it like a child would do it.”