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Yeah, that little adjustment VBG did Friday morning, where he sat behind me as I did urdhva dhanurasana and pressed his foot into my upper back until my chest touched the wall? Okay, it’s a KILLER adjustment. I felt weirdly undone all day. A couple of people from work and I did a field trip to look at some testing centers, and I felt bizarre the whole time. Like my vision wouldn’t extend more than a foot or two out from myself. Not the actual eye-vision, but kind of my perception of the world. It didn’t help that the fellow who drove is one of those drivers who presses the gas then lets up on it, presses, lets up, etc., etc., etc., until I feel motion sick.

So I had a headache all day and all evening. With this weird sense that something had been shaken loose inside me.

Got up this morning and the headache was remote, but still in there. My upper back, between and under my shoulderblades, was sore as hell. But that’s a good thing. Just what I need. Went to led class despite feeling a little under the weather. I think The Cop and I are both kind of low with something buggy. He’s felt off, too.

Led was fine. When VBG launched into the first third of intermediate, I wanted to do a face-down savasana instead, but I lumbered along. At kapotasana, my fingers got my toes pretty easily, but that’s not my current goal. What I’m after these days is the urdhva dhanurasana. Comfort in urdhva dhanurasana. Is that too much to ask?

I walked my hands in, which is a real project for my brain. I feel like a baby just learning to walk. In order to move either of my arms, I find that my left hip raises a bit. (0v0) and Tova are on to something here. The hands walking in tell you a lot about your sacrum. Like that mine is screwy and misaligned. Oh wait, I already knew that.

I’m sure to the cerebral, it seems strange that my affinity for moving my hands is all about the challenge this creates in my brain. Yes, yes, I could spend my time mulling over post-modern philosophy or the subtleties of French poetry. But no, I want to challenge my brain with moving my arms while I am upside down and holding a good percentage of my weight on them.

Because THAT is how I will become self-actualized.

I’m only half-joking. Actually, I guess I’m not joking at all.

Okay, so class was good and then a few of us went to Pita Jungle to have a farewell lunch with Returning Guy, who is off to India. He was commenting on how his co-workers are bemused at his willingness to quit his job, pack up a few things, and head to India. I looked around the outdoor cafe and found myself surrounded by a bunch of young Snottsdale folks. Designer clothes, designer sunglasses, designer cars, designer hair. The Cop spends a good bit of time arresting them once they’ve grown drunk and belligerent in the nearby martini bar late on weekend nights.

Then I looked back at Returning Guy. Who was smiling and eating falafel and chatting about his trip. Yeah, right — he’s the weirdo.