So today I woke sore and achy from head to toe. I was so tired of the continual pain and the inability to fully perform the poses. We had Lisa from Texas as an instructor, and she is truly inspirational, but even so, by the time we got to triangle pose, I honestly wasn't sure how I was going to get through it. I searched deep down for something to help, something, and then bright as day, as clear as it happened more than 20 years ago, the image of my dad yelling, "Go Lu Go!" blazed into my head. It was so visceral; he was there with me.
So I started to cry again, but this time, I had a great big smile on my face and I continued to do the poses, I continued to do them well and strongly. I kept weeping but nobody noticed, and my body felt lighter, the poses got easier. My dad was with me and he was cheering me on.
I was a daddy's girl; I AM a daddy's girl. And someday soon, I will find a man who will cheer me on just like my dad does. Thanks dad!