Here’s the thing about standing on your head: it’s incredibly easy, once you get up there.
And that feeling, of looking upside down at the world while you hover, is like stepping into space. The first time I did it, I thought I was dying. It was three seconds away from being an out-of-body experience. Everything seemed to lift, to float, to say yes. I stretched upwards gloriously, pointing my toes.
Unfortunately, that perfect, first time equilibrium couldn’t last long. Maybe just under three seconds. Two and a half. I started to wobble backwards, and desperately clenched my abdomen muscles. The yoga instructor shuffled next to me as I eeped in alarm. “Don’t worry, don’t worry,” he said. He framed my ankles with his palms. “I won’t leave you.”
Oh my God, I thought, delirious with brainblood. That was like a wedding vow.