I started practicing Bikram yoga in early 2009. I was terrible at the rabbit.
My rabbit looked more like a…well, whatever animal can’t touch their head to their knees or lift their butt off their feet. My rabbit looked more like an inflexible human.
But after awhile I got the head part down. And after a little more while I managed to insert the tiniest sliver of air between my butt and feet.
While preparing for my epidural this February I was instructed to arch my back in much the same way as Bikram up there, and I thought to myself, “Oh crap. I’m terrible at this. What if I can’t do it?? Perhaps I would have worked harder at that stupid rabbit if I had known it would one day lay between me and those sweet, sweet drugs.”
But, alas, I pulled through. And for the last couple weeks I’ve been able to straighten my arms. It only took me 3 years. To go from terrible to…not quite as terrible.
Just the other day I was talking to my mom about my progress in the mental health department. I felt better after starting therapy, but have sort of plateaued over the last few weeks. I told her that I think it’s just going to take time.
That’s when she called me a salmon. Slowly swimming up the river of life. If only the salmon was a yoga pose. I’d probably be pretty good at it.