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I feel like an ass going to Mysore practice in shorts. I want to wear a little button that says, “This is a purely utilitarian clothing selection.” I may try some of those loose slippery nylon capri things. I think Be Present makes them?

What I need is slipperiness for the eka and dwi pada sirsasanas. Oh, and NO slipperiness for bakasana B and tittibhasana A.

Speaking of tittibhasana, a little discussion about these new poses set The Cop off on a lewd yoga pose naming spree last night. It was hilarious, though not suitable for public documentation.

And yeah, the tittibhasanas. I mean, OW! Searing pain that grows ever more intense. What’s not to love?

This morning, Muscle Man goaded me into trying karandavasana. Hilarious trying to figure out how to lotus upside down. I got the first leg, but then was stymied about where my left leg was. What a funny feeling, to have no clue where your leg is in space. He touched my left foot to my right knee, and then I could understand where I was. Wriggled the foot in. Then he basically hauled me down and hauled me back up.

“Hey, that was EASY!” I announced. “You know, so long as you do all the work.”

Then a woman across the room fell over in garbha pindasana and couldn’t get out.

“Man down!” he said, and ran over to help.

I don’t know. Being a yoga teacher seems like being a kindergarten teacher in lots of ways…