Handstands
I did gymnastics as a kid. My mom put me in a tumbling class at 3. She didn’t know what an expensive habit that would turn into for the next 10 years. I had joined a more formal gymnastics team by the time I was in first grade and competed until junior high, when puberty made clear that which had been evident before — I would never be particularly good at gymnastics. I broke my foot in seventh grade and decided not to return to my 4-day-a-week practice routine.  In the end, I think it served me well. I wasn’t good enough to really hurt myself, but it trained into me a sense of physicality that I never lost and comes in handy.
So, I learned to handstand when I was young and fearless and that has stayed with me. I do handstands in random open spaces with some regularity. But it has not (until now) been part of my yoga routine. And, oh!, the hopping. Former not-very good gymnasts, like me, kick up to handstand. Badass gymnasts, like this cute one, press to handstand. The hopping makes it difficult. CL has me practicing hopping to balance with bent knees. It’s fun, but slightly less satisfying than to kicking up into handstand right away. Maybe I’ll start working on my press to handstand, too.