Yikes, I regret doing it already. But a number of people at work know that I go in and do yoga at the "ass-crack" of dawn (thank you, Boodi) most workdays. So one of them tells me that she's been doing yoga off and on for two years and wanted to show me her poses. She complains that her heels don't go down in downward dog and asks me why. I tell her to lay off the high heels and show her a calf stretch against the wall. She can barely do it, but I tell her that she should do this every day so that her calves will lengthen and she'll be able to rest her heels on the floor.
She shows me some of her other poses and before you know it though, we're both doing a yoga show-down in the office. She's in black pants and a sensible top, but I'm in a suit about to leave the office for an appointment. She encourages me further by saying that I should teach yoga. Cringe. I'm surprised I didn't rip my pants as I did garudasana and eka pada bakasana. Luckily, no one else walked by to see what the hell was going on.
She shows me some of her other poses and before you know it though, we're both doing a yoga show-down in the office. She's in black pants and a sensible top, but I'm in a suit about to leave the office for an appointment. She encourages me further by saying that I should teach yoga. Cringe. I'm surprised I didn't rip my pants as I did garudasana and eka pada bakasana. Luckily, no one else walked by to see what the hell was going on.
