Sometimes I have days... those days when I catch my image in a window and I cringe. My chest shrinks, I stoop, my breath becomes shallow, and I quickly avert my eyes. Today was one of those days. Lying down on my yoga mat, I couldn't help but compare myself to all the lithe bodies around me - who were lying down flat (emphasis) on their mats. Me? I was a giant mound. With all these mirrors around, I realized where they came up with the phrase "beached whale." The class is far to rigorous to sink into despair. I've got to do everything to concentrate on my breathing.
After class a friend complimented me and my floor poses. Wait, what? Really? I felt lighter. I left happier.
PS: I realize this has nothing to do with the image above. I was going through my archive and could find nothing related, but this photo reminded me of how fun it was taking my mom and kids to Niagara Falls last summer.