relentless grind

It's that point in the week when you have to let go of some things and you roll your thin, already torn mat onto the floor. You pace from that mat to that piece of wall where the baseboard is not missing. Drink plenty of water before going. Lukewarm, if you can stomach it.

Stretch. Stretch bending at the base of your bare toes, pushing your arch toward the board.
You feel it in your calf.
You wonder if you're doing it right.
She says, "It's fine for now."

You spend the next forty-five minutes repeating that process with the different muscles of your body.

It's why you love her.


Today I am grateful for my yoga instructor.