*Note: this post is part of a 20-day writing prompt 101 program I’m participating in. Today’s Prompt: “Write a post based on the contrast between two things – whether people, objects, emotions, places, or something else. Write your post in the form of a dialogue”
“Alright yogis, find a partner. And be quick about it!”
Day one. Level two. Three hours of boot camp style yoga practice coming up to make me, and a hundred or so others in this sweltering room in the Arizona desert a better teacher.
I looked left, she looked right. No time to decide, we were now partners.
“Alright yogis, this is a strength exercise! One of you in plank pose, the other will assist into handstand. And be quick about it!”
We quickly sized each other up. Me: 5’10, size 4. She: 5’10”, a good 60 pounds or more on me.
“You go first, and when it’s time to switch, just go again. No need to hurt yourself, I’m twice your size.”
And so we began, me agreeing to her terms. Until I soared, feet in the air, welcoming back the euphoria that floating in handstand always delivers.
No f***ing way I’m going to deny this woman that experience. I’ll find the strength.
“Alright yogis, switch partners. And be quick about it!”
“Your turn. Get in plank…”
“Shannon, no. I don’t do handstands. You’re too small. You can’t lift me. Grab Chris over there – he’s big and strong and can lift me…”
“Your turn. Get in plank.”
“I’m your partner. I got this!” The more she protested, the tougher, the bigger, the stronger I got. 60 pounds stronger than my little frame reflected, in fact. Because in that moment, I wanted to give her what she just gave me. We’re two teachers. Two women. Two yogis headed into the magic of handstand.
And then, then…with every fiber of muscle, grit, and will in all 127 pounds of me, I lifted her up.
“Alright yogis. High five your partner. And be quick about it!”