Yesterday, Katie and I went to hot yoga.
Rather than take you through the spiritual tale of my yoga journey, I'll sum it up for you in a brief equation:
Can't reach past knees + pass out in heated rooms= Bad Yogi.
For some reason, I seem to have particular trouble with the common "downward dog" pose.
A lot of thoughts went through my head as I held myself up like a small but shaky mountain unsuitable for recreational activities. First and foremost I wondered:
"Do dogs actually do this?"
You see, I never had a pet. Most of my experiences with dogs involve them licking my shins.
So I turned to my trusty friend google to find out. And what-do-ya-know they do!
Look how good this dog is at it!!! There was an African dog that was really skilled as well but he looked kind of scary.
As I looked at the fine array of stretching dogs, I began to think, why are all these dogs so sleepy? All they have to do is sit around all day.* And eat. And sleep. And maybe chase a cat if they're feeling crazy.
(*Disclaimer: this doesn't include those African dogs. They probably have to deal with hyenas like in The Lion King. Street cred for sure).
Um, but anyway, the moral of the story is that I am jealous of dogs. As if it weren't enough that they get to live a life of leisure and feast on my legs at will, they have to go and be better at sticking their butts in the air, too.
I guess I will just have to satisfy myself with the knowledge that my ability to stand upright gives me the advantage for now.
As long as Air Bud stays out of town.