A Victory for the Dumpiest Yogini

I haven't posted much, because for most of the month I've been occupied with continuous low-grade stress from work or physical pain, and those aren't the kinds of things that send me racing to my journal. But! Something made me happy this evening, so here I am.

This past year I had become worried about the increasing lack of flexibility in my body, so in January I took some of my Christmas money and signed up for a yoga class. Overall I have been enjoying it--the teacher is very low-key and has a way of telling you to do a less-strenuous version of the pose without making you feel like a failure. Which is important, due to my previously mentioned lack of flexibility.

Tonight, however, we did a pose where you bend over and put your hands flat on the floor and I could reach the floor with my fingertips! I was really happy because in the previous weeks I had to use a block to support my hands, because I couldn't bend over enough to reach the floor at all. Later we did the child pose and I was able to lay my forehead on the floor! I would have done something celebratory, but child pose really doesn't allow for things like that. I contented myself with self-congratulations for already having signed up for the next session.

Slow progress is still progress.