Anatomical scepticism

I put in a weekend’s standard dose of yoga (two classes); plus, I managed to turn the torture of watching the Redskins losing to the Lions by rolling out my mat and getting into frog pose for a full quarter [This particular post stayed in my Blackberry for two weeks before I finally published it. That explains the time frame: I’m referring to a game two weeks ago. ]. My hip joints are slowly, gradually opening and frog posture really gets into the most hardened fascia. If I did not know better, I would have said that breaking through this apparent barrier was impossible because I was bumping up against the anatomical limits on my range of movements. It seemed that solid.

The next step is noticing how this slight variance can ripple through the rest of my practice — in lotus pose, in standing postures. I’ve developed a kind of anatomical skepticism: my body feedback says that I can’t get deeply into this or that pose, but that judgment may just the false testimony of being locked in a certain setting for 30 years.

This process is different from just starting yoga or learning a new pose when you’re exploring the postures. No, I’ve tried frog or reclined bada konasana 50, 100 times and my body always wimpers it can’t go any further. But I persist patiently at the edge and the barrier gradually gives way.