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Doing The Headstand


I've never been able to do the headstand...at all. After one (rather) bad experience which involves (no injuries) a red-faced me hopping back onto my feet, tucking my shirt back into the top of my track pants and scuttling it out of a roomful of yoginis left me rather wistful about ever performing the headstand again.

But there was this page out of Yoga Journal that kept staring at me in the face and taunting me. Now, I do not have to worry about my shirt falling over my face, revealing my undergarments...what is there holding me back? And I have the wall...and it is legitimately called the SUPPORTED headstand (headstand for dummies)...and it has all the benefits (without the opportunity of building arm muscles). So, what is there stopping me?

Nothing.

So, onto the bed I went and upside down I go. At first, I could only stand the pressure of every ounce of blood in my body rushing to my face (and STAYING THERE at the mercy of gravity) for like 15 seconds but the headiness that it gives me after I become upright again was....addictive. I felt clearer in the head, more alive and the mind was less cluttered.

I now understand the reason why my son (the younger one) loves to be upside down whenever lying down on the sofa. Yes, it's true! He does it very often and I keep asking him, 'Why are you always upside down?'. His answer is simple - 'Because I like it.'

Now I know why. =)
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