C,
As someone who has heard your sighing – during the context of yoga, I hasten to add – I can sympathize with your young thug’s need to hear your moans. The knowledge that somebody else was at least suffering along with me was about the only thing that kept me going during those interminable hours of exquisite pain. Of course, I’d like to claim that it was my busy schedule that ultimately forced me to give up yoga in favor of nurturing my family or closing all those mult-million dollar business deals, but ultimately, I think we both realize that some of us simply lack the moral fiber to volunteer for torture like that – esp. at six am. It didn’t help, of course, that I was always the student who singled out for ‘special attention,’ (yoga-ism for being hopelessly inflexible) in class. Is there anything more humiliating than having someone pressing on your ass during downward-facing dog’? I guess you never really outgrow being the fat kid in class….. Namaste, P.
