Yoga

Physically I'm not a flexible person. I finally came to this conclusion when I joined a Power Yoga class last fall in Pennsylvania. While trying to stretch my legs over my head the teacher would come over to assist me. I would often do the exact opposite of relaxing while she would grab my feet or be with in inches of my butt in such a bold manner. We were hardly on a first name basis.
"You are a runner aren't you?" she scowled.
To avoid awkward eye contact with her as my legs were spread apart I glanced over to see sixty year old women that did not need the help of the instructor. I could feel my face flush.
"Yes"
"Well that is no excuse!" she yelled as she pointed to a pregnant woman and another petite woman contorting their body to positions that I didn't even deem possible, " Jennifer is a runner, so is Sofia and their hamstrings aren't as stiff! So it's no excuse!"
She lets go and her British accent slowly trails off as we have finally come to the end of our session. While most people then began to let go I let her firm controlling voice ring in my head. I should be more flexible.

I would like to think I make up for it in other ways. I would like to think I have a decent amount of flexibility when it comes to approaching life. When plans cancel I don't have a problem with it. When it snows I can learn to cope with a minimal amount of bitching. With all that said, I know I still have a lot to learn. Today, I feel like I've came a long way and I appreciate the lessons that have brought me to this point.
so Today I am grateful for flexibility.