Part 2: So Why DON'T We Handstand?
Part 1: In which Gabby makes Ash do push-ups
Before the iGeneration, we were all those kids in the playground throwing ourselves upside down with no fear of falling, no worries that our pinafores would fall over our heads or our hands would get muddy; no hang-ups of looking silly, of looking like we were trying too hard or fear of somebody posting a cringe-worthy photograph of us on Facebook. We’ve all been there once, and sometimes in those brief moments of tentative balance and even in those more familiar moments of crashing to the ground, we get there again.
Once Upon A Time in Handstanding Land...
“Don’t cheat, I see everything.”
I was squeezing everything. I looked at myself—upside down in the studio mirror, the person staring back at me was red-faced and noticeably twitching. Oh my god, that person also looked like she was crying.
Calm down, you absolute moron. I tried to blink the tears away, the tears which were mercifully at least indistinguishable from the sweat rushing from my toes all the way to my sticky fingertips.
I was tired, I was embarrassed and I was 100% sure I had made the wrong decision in coming here. I mean, what was I doing in a handstand class?
An HY Christmas
Once Upon A Time in a Student flat far far away from London or New York or San Francisco or anywhere particularly glamorous, lived a yoga teacher who desperately desperately wanted to learn to handstand.
Number of studios emailed: 32
Number of books sold: 176
Cups of tea drunk: 7
Number of digestive biscuits eaten in one sitting: 8