Ever since Chicago my hamstrings have really been telling me to go fuck my self. Actually my right one is a lot more angry at me than my left. As you can see I️ can’t get very far. Shit hurts. Can’t fold over my leg- and this is my agreeable side.
I’ve never been a “split” person. It’s amazing when you’re looking around the room (bad bad yogi- just focus on yourself) at who can and can’t do a split. I️ think you’re either a split person or you’re not. I️ see 90 year old ladies just pop into splits. What! Splits are mind blowing to me.
I️ may have told this story before. Oh well… The only time I️ ever almost did a split I️ was doing it out of anger. I️ was thinking about how much I hate racism, not focusing on my breath, and pushing down prying my hips open with my fists digging into my mat with every ounce of strength and anger I️ had. Yeah no. Anger works with all my other hobbies but not really yoga. When I️ realized I️ was going to pop my hip off and go to the hospital in one more second I️ laughed and stopped.