I get asked "are you flexible" a lot - generally because I'll say something like "Oh, at yoga this morning" and then the person I'm conversing with will say "didn't you just go to yoga yesterday" and I'm all "yeah, I go five times a week" and then they go "FIVE TIMES A WEEK."
Yes, so I go to yoga five times a week.
But still this question stumps me.
Am I flexible? Not really no.
Try to change my routine and I'm a crying mess.
Try to reschedule an appointment and I'll be upset.
Try and tell me my plan for some future event is not actually going to happen like I planned it. Ho boy. You better get ready for some irrational anger and tears.
(Inspector Climate is a very lucky man).
My first reaction to things is No. I may come around to yes - but I'm definitely full of no.
So am I flexible? No.
Can I touch my toes - yes.
Much like my inflexibility in life - my flexibility "on the mat" is very yin. I'm good at being little. Bending and folding into little packages.
I'm less "good" (yoga is not about being "good and bad" in poses - I haven't lost sight of that, you know, for what it's worth) at extensions. At having my arms and legs extended in opposite directions (I cannot, for example, do the splits - I can put both my feet behind my head...)
So, imagine my surprise when my yoga teacher came up to me the other day and said "because you're sooooooo flexible, you'll have to make sure you work on using strength and not flopping into poses"...
I'm so flexible? Why, yes! Maybe I am.
And that's the thing about yoga, on the mat I'm creating strength to become more flexible - and hopefully ever so slowly, I'll create strength to become flexible off the mat. Someday. Maybe not this life time. You can't rush this shiznit, you know?