A little slice of heaven

After a rather horrific second attempt at hot yoga this weekend, marked by several black outs and an upset stomach (apparently it is necessary to eat, drink, and sleep before a session, who would have thought), and the following day of soreness, I nevertheless decided to press on in my yogic endeavors.  I rushed out this afternoon after the briefest of Sunday dinners, into the warm embrace of an antigravity hammock.

A collection of people in heaven.

Antigravity hammocks.  Cocoons, if you will.  I've decided that, when I grow up, I definitely want to be a professional "silk worm".  This is the pose that is shown in the photo above.  Laying, warm and fuzzy, inside your own little slice of air.  Silk worm, this is what I will do with my  life.  I already knew I was good at napping, doing it inside a hammock is more acceptable, right?

As wonderful as silk-worming was, this wasn't the majority of the class.  There were adaptations of the usual little cobra and mountain pose.  We had a chillax position, forward bends, the whole shebang.  

Then, there were the inversions, which piqued my interest the most.  The instructor walked us through how to fold, jump, and ground our hammocks.  Then legs out, around, out around and up.  We were upside down.  Without even realizing it.

   

 Tadaaa!  A very bad attempt at an inversion.  I'm not nearly flexible enough to do the pose justice.  One day, soon, if I can will myself into a proper yogi.  We flew, we pushed ourselves back and forth, we leaned on and abused the hammocks.  Then we silk-wormed our way into shavasana.