Today, I went to a yoga class for the first time in many, many months; I renewed my distaste for the Atlantic Yards "project"; and I yelled at several tourists. It was a big day - so big, in fact, that I have decided that it warrants three separate posts because God knows I do not want to subject any reader to a never-ending story about one day. (I let the professionals handle stories like that.)
With no further ado, here is Part One of a Big Day:
Toward the end of my yoga class today, the teacher asked us if anyone knew the name of the pose that we were practicing. I answered quickly, "Dead Bug!" (I am not a whiz at yoga pose names, but, honestly, how can you not remember a pose called "Dead Bug" once you learn it?)
My teacher said that yes, indeed, the pose has been known by the name "Dead Bug." However, he continued, the name of the pose is subject to some debate. He explained that people are now calling the pose, "Happy Baby." Although the Momma-In-Training part of me loves the idea of practicing "Happy Baby," I smile to think that I am an old school yogini in Dead Bug Pose.