Bad at yoga: music festival edition
So, apparently music festival yoga selfies are a thing. It makes sense that the feeling of escape and freedom that comes with great music in the sunshine would make people want to bust out a pose or two. I don't, but that's because my expression of music festival freedom generally involves alcohol and a lot of deep fried food. Two things that pair well with live music but not so much with yoga postures. I have had to learn this the hard way, at least three times.
So rather than busting out dancer's pose on a picnic table or neti potting in a porta-potty; I will be sitting on my butt washing down my second chicken pot pie poutine with some diabetes in a can. I love it. And it is always totally worth it the following week, when I feel like my pores are secreting the remnants of a food truck's grease trap whenever I practice. I love it so much.