Come Monday morning, I am a mass of aching muscles.
It's the weekend dance lessons, taking their toll.
I am learning a mix of vyayama (excercise), sthanas and charis (stances and leg movements) and adavus (steps).
A lethal mix. And one that I should not attempt at 38, perhaps.
At some point in the future, I will, I hope, become flexible, poised, graceful...until then, I can only look at Him, the Lord of Dance, and marvel.
Post Script: If you can straighten your leg out like that statue, let me know. You'll have my warm admiration.
It's the weekend dance lessons, taking their toll.
I am learning a mix of vyayama (excercise), sthanas and charis (stances and leg movements) and adavus (steps).
A lethal mix. And one that I should not attempt at 38, perhaps.
At some point in the future, I will, I hope, become flexible, poised, graceful...until then, I can only look at Him, the Lord of Dance, and marvel.
Post Script: If you can straighten your leg out like that statue, let me know. You'll have my warm admiration.
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