I do yoga, Fearsome puts up with it. He often is amused at me. He was today. I swear I heard him laugh ( yes beards can laugh at their humans ) when the yoga instructor asked me to use the blocks because I had gone too far into the pose. “Shawn, use your blocks for that forward pose, you are going to hurt your back” I heard from across the room. Then I could hear his masculine little chuckle as I turned red, grabbed my blocks and got myself into a better form, more fitting for a fifty something man.
Now I’m getting ready for bed and have 3 Advil on board, a pillow for my legs and just added a Fexeril to the mix ’cause I went too far and the right lower back is smarting. I’m getting no beard sympathy, he just laughs his little chuckle as if I don’t heard him.
I must remember when I’m in yoga I’m not there to prove anything, especially to myself. I ain’t no ballerina or gymnast and never was. I need to stretch, but only so far. Dammit.
Patience is a virtue with other people and also with ourselves. Life’s lessons, learn them take note and remember them. Especially when it comes to yoga class!