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I’ve been trying to work on my back bends. Really, I swear. And as you might know from reading this blog, I am not a huge fan of actually doing back bends.
Oh, I believe in doing them. I believe I should do them daily in addition to what I do in class. For awhile I had gotten pretty good at it, but then my schedule and daily routine got all mucked up and, wouldn’t you know it?, those gosh darn back bends went right out the window.
Joseph’s recommendation has been to do five a day. He emphasizes quality over quantity. Who can’t handle five back bends a day to the best of their ability? It’s not asking a lot. And yet, it still sucks. But I’m making myself do it because, like I said, I do believe and agree that I should do them.
The other night I had done three or four camels. I really have no idea if it was three or four because, for some reason, I lose my ability to count when doing camels. And even though I’m only doing five, and it seems reasonable to count to five, I cannot keep count most of the time. I decided that my last camel I should hold for as absolutely as long as I could stand it. The first few I held for about 20 seconds each.
I had someone time me. The clock started when I grabbed my ankles. I found something to focus on and put my attention on my breath and pushing my hips forward. It was uncomfortable, but I did ok. I counted my breaths in and out. I tended to lose count with that too, but whatever. I just started over.
Eventually, when I hit the two minute mark (in my head – not reality), I came up. I held it for so long (for me) that I literally felt stuck at first. I’m taking this as a sign that I picked a good time to come out of it. Any longer and I would have needed help I think. My timer smiled and said, “28-seconds.”
28 seconds? Are you kidding me? That felt like at least 2-minutes.
“No,” my timer replied, “just kidding. That was 50 seconds.”
At first I was disappointed in myself for not hanging in their 10 more seconds. To be fair, I had not asked my timer for any updates. I didn’t want to focus on the time. I wanted to foucs on how I felt in the posture and end it when I felt it was time to end it. But seriously, 50 seconds?!? For me, that is something to celebrate.