Back Head Over Heels
Chapters (48)
  1. Dedication
  2. Author’s Note
  3. Part 1. October 2019
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Part 2. November 2019
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Part 3. December 2019
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Part 4. January 2020
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Part 5. February 2020
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Part 6. March 2020
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Part 7. April 2020
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Part 8. May 2020
  34. Chapter 24
  35. Chapter 25
  36. Chapter 26
  37. Chapter 27
  38. Chapter 28
  39. Part 9. June 2020
  40. Chapter 29
  41. Chapter 30
  42. Chapter 31
  43. Chapter 32
  44. Part 10. July 2020
  45. Epilogue
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Author
  48. Copyright

Once the class has more or less all caught up to downward dog again, Sara takes her place at the front of the yoga studio and demonstrates another sequence of postures. Between the bent knees, angled hips, and outstretched arms, these are a little more complicated. I have to concentrate to get the series right. As I move from one pose to the next, I feel my muscles stretch and quiver; this class is more taxing than I expected. While my thighs quake through chair pose, Hustle for That Muscle Girl’s quads look rock solid. I stare down at my legs, willing them to stay locked into place, but the only thing that happens is a fat droplet of sweat drips off my nose and splashes onto my kneecap. I inhale deeply, like Sara taught me to, and I’m surprised to find that maybe—just maybe—it actually does help. Thirteen trembling seconds later (but who’s counting?), I breathe a sigh of relief when Sara tells the class to stretch upward into mountain pose, which is just standing up straight.

“You’re stronger and softer than your mind knows. But your body knows,” she says—whatever that means.

We cycle through the sequence again, and when I end up back in chair pose, I grit my teeth. This time around, I know what I’m up against. I’m determined to make it through the full duration without breaking perfect form.

“If at any point, you’re not feeling what the class is doing, take a break,” Sara intones in that oddly soothing yoga voice. “Sit in child’s pose or shavasana. There’s real power in tuning in to your body’s truest needs.”

Real power. Real power. Through the burning sensation in my thighs, I want to scream at Sara: You know what real power looks like? Standing atop an Olympic podium with a gold medal draped around your neck, that’s what. Or training hard for thousands of hours until you know you have ultimate control over your body’s every movement. Not tapping out when it gets a little bit tough.

“Chair pose is challenging for a reason,” she says, voice floating through the room. “The key is to listen to your body and make adjustments that honor your journey through the pose.”