Last night I went to yoga class. It was a good class - a lot of movement and all my favorite strength-building poses. Before we started, my instructor (and friend!) told us that we could dedicate our practice to someone - a friend who needed strength, a family member who inspired us. I decided to dedicate the evening to Barack Obama. I'm not saying that a few sun salutations could tip this election in Obama's favor, but at the very least it couldn't hurt.
And so was it a coincidence that last night, for the first time in my six or so years of semi-regularly practicing yoga, I was finally able to get into a full wheel pose? I have never even come close to this pose before - my arms would buckle, my weight would throw me off my balance, I'd get nervous and picture falling on my neck - basically, I would become immobilized by the thought of somehow accidentally twisting into my own terrible death. And yet. And yet! Last night, before I even had time to think about what my body was doing, I found my arms pushing up, my hips lifting up, and myself holding myself in a perfect full wheel. It was amazing! It was triumphant! It was me, yes, but maybe, just maybe, it was also a little bit of Barack Obama.
Oh, and for those of you who demanded MORE CUPCAKE! Don't say I never did anything for you. Or that Nathan and Seamus never did anything for you.