Inflexibility

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Yoga for Stiffs: It’s all about learning what to reach for.

I’ve never been able to fold in two like a dancer. My head won’t touch my knees. The only bind I can get into is a financial, or a legal one. And full-wheel pose? Forget about it.

As a kid in gymnastics class, I quickly realized that my backbends were never going to look like the graceful St. Louis Arches of my lithe companions; mine were flatter, more Brooklyn Bridge-like.

I dropped out of gymnastics and embraced my inner tomboy.

But even on the basketball court, I was a stiff among bendier girls. While my teammates lowered heads to knees in hurdler’s stretch, my toes remained impossibly distant. “You must have spinal problems,” said one gym teacher. A coach once glared at me as I reached hopelessly for my foot. “Some people really try,” he told the group. “Others don’t.”

Believe me, I have tried.

Recently, I’ve ramped up a longtime, half-hearted yoga practice to a more committed regimen. For years, I’d go anywhere from once a month to twice weekly. But starting last winter, I’m on the mat now at least five times a week.

After eight months of committed practice, I have become slightly more flexible. My toes seem closer than ever. (I can clip my toenails now without pulling a muscle.) But I’m still usually the stiffest person in the studio. My hamstrings and spine remain stubbornly unbend-y. I’m never going to fold in half like fellow yogis who are built for it. That maneuver where you grab one toe and hold your leg straight out like an L? Oh, hell no.

Some days, it’s still A Thing for me: Why can’t I do this? I rage (internally), as everyone around me makes Paschimottanasana look effortless. But slowly, I am beginning to give fewer fucks.

Some yoga instructors are down with this philosophy and will kindly offer an alternative pose for stiffs like me, when everyone else is pretzeling up. But sometimes, as I “fold forward” at a right angle (and no more), a yoga teacher frowns at me with concern and says something well-meaning but essentially unhelpful: “You’ll get there.” Others try to “help”—most often when I’m in child’s pose, my forehead stubbornly hanging inches above the floor—by pressing down on my back, past the point of comfort.

The thing is, I may never get to the “there” those instructors have in mind. The “you’ll get there” comment assumes that flexibility can be attained by simply working harder. But comparing my Brooklyn Bridge back to all those St. Louis Arches does no one any good. My “there” isn’t their “there,” and pushing me into a pose my body isn’t made for can actually be dangerous.

Besides, I don’t show up to the mat because I want to achieve a beautiful, supple full-wheel pose. My goal is to “achieve” a healthy spine that will continue to function, with as little pain as possible, until I’m dead. My plan is to keep gardening and hiking until I am a codger. I also find that a regular practice helps regulate my moods—a life-altering benefit for a sometimes depressive. 

Achievement isn’t about comparison. It’s about improvement. So the flexibility I’m really looking for isn’t in my hamstrings; it’s in my head.

This post originally appeared on the Exquisite Corpse Pose blog.

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8 thoughts on “Inflexibility

  1. Reading your post made me realize how lucky I have been with Yoga teachers. The three that I’ve had all reminded the class that we are all built differently and that it isn’t a competition.

    You are so right. Yoga is about what’s in your head–linking mind, body and spirit and achieving inner peace. Sounds like you’ve ALREADY “gotten there”.

    Great post!

  2. I share your inflexibility! And all yoga instructors I have ever had have assured me “you’ll get there.” I am not sure where there is, but I am very happy to be where I am. Thanks for your post!

  3. Thanks for this post. I too strive for flexibility but i think that ship has long since sailed. Thanks for reminding me that it is the journey that is important, not the destination.

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