No one ever said, yoga will turn your muscle, sinew and bone into liquid, but it does. Like a forgotten cellar, I never knew how many nooks and crannies my body can hold. My instructor tells me to feel the blue of the ocean waddle up through my feet, my legs, my thighs, my stomach to my very core. I take in the odd request, and surprisingly, I do as she says.

Planks are a terrible invention, still.