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How I learned to do Crow

Crow is a yoga move wherein you crouch down and put your hands on the floor, shoulder-width apart. Then you put your knees on your elbows and launch forward to balance on your hands.

I was first introduced to crow when I was doing the Monday night yoga class at the Y. I, and most everyone else, would roll from our toes to our hands and back, never really committing ourselves.

Then one class I fully committed, and did it for about six seconds, before falling off onto my knees, getting some of my most spectacular bruises EVER. I was able to show them off for a couple of weeks. They were awesome, because everyone seems to think yoga is so gentle.

Anyway, after that bad experience, I was back to pathetically rolling from feet to hands and back, no commitment, no risk, week after week.

Then a couple of weeks ago I was screwing around at my Acro class, and the boy asked what I was trying to do, and I showed him, and he crouched down, hands shoulder-width apart, and launched into the pose, which he held for an extremely irritating ten seconds or so.

And that's when I was able to do crow. Because if the boy can do it, then there's no reason why I can't. It was all in my head.

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