Sculpin

My workout schedule is still not quite killing me, though I’m right at my edge and have exactly no slack at all. I have the involuntary naps to prove it. (Any little virus or anything and I’d have to cut way back.) But it’s having an effect. I am so close to doing an unassisted Pilates Teaser, I can almost taste it. Right now I’ve just got my hands on a bar for balance; in that position, I can pull up my legs and torso well. But when I let go of the bar with both hands, I tip over. So, so close.

Even this limited success is truly amazing. I sort of wish I’d made some record of how incredibly weak, asymmetric, and off-balance I was when I started all this. Just getting my legs into tabletop position was huge. (And not long before that, I was taking baths instead of showers because standing and raising my arms to wash my hair took too much out of me.)

My yoga practice has gotten more powerful, too, these last few weeks. I can do uttitha parsvakonasana, formerly known as “that hell pose”, without even thinking about cussin’.