A few nights ago as I rifled through the bathroom cabinet looking for the “good” toothpaste (not the baking-soda-blech one, but Tom’s of Maine cinnamon-clove. Oh yeah.), I spied my electric toothbrush. Dare I say that we had a moment?
I hadn’t used it in a couple of weeks in favor of my new dentist-provided old school toothbrush. Since I was feeling pretty feisty, I pulled out the electric one and fired it up.
Oh man. It barely spun. Oh no!
In almost every class I’ve taught lately, I’ve asked the question, “What would you like to work on today?” Inevitably, hips and lower back work are requested, which admittedly are a constant source of collected stress. But what about those poses that we…hate. Fear. Shy away from. “Those” poses were always the ones that miraculously made me have an instant urge to go the bathroom. Yep, that was me, sneaking out of class for a few minutes, which ironically was about the same amount of time the rest of the class spent in “that” pose.