Yesterday in yoga, we were asked if we had any requests. It doesn’t really matter what the poses were, let us just say that I wanted a banana split and at that moment when my mouth opened at 6:17 a.m. what came out was “I would like a monkey shit sandwich on nettle bread please.”
I did not even know I’d gone wrong until I set up for it. DAMN! It was my least favorite pose, the one we did three times last month and it was painful every time. I imagined people were shooting eye daggers at me, since other people had complained about it as well.
At the end of class, I heard the chatty lady talking to the teacher.
“I thought that was going to be horrible because of last month it always hurt but it was fine! I’m better at it.”
“I meant to ask for pigeon pose,” I confessed. Several people turned to look at me. “Sorry, everyone. I shouldn’t speak before 8 a.m.”
“WELL,” chatty lady said. “It was really good today. I think I went in with no expectations and so it went very well.”
This is the summary of this week so far: accidentally asking for things I don’t want, and then enjoying them when I get them. Not bad.
Ah, pigeon. It is pretty comforting, kind of like child’s pose but with way more hip strain. But I must know what the monkey shit sandwich actually was–or are you afraid the pose might read this and be hurt?
It was camel! You can see how I mixed those up since they are such similar creatures.
your hind-brain was all “Not Slitherin!” then Bam! you wake up as Draco Malfoy’s roommate!
HA HA HA!
Oh, yeah, camel is total suck. But I would usually just do an “adaptation” where I don’t really do it but do some tiny part of it, because I am “listening to my body”…which I guess maybe would look weird if you requested it special.
I did it with blocks, of course. So happy my school doesn’t do headstands or anything.