I am no stranger to downward dog. My body assumes this position more easily than it takes up a run. Yet it still surprises me when, after I extend my hips up and out, the back of my knees resist straightening out.

There’s surprising tension, like answering the phone when a family member’s face is on the screen. The sensation that arises despite having talked to them the day before.

Like wondering if the neighbors will notice you’ve gone an extra week without cutting the grass. Like stepping out of the car and not knowing if you remembered your wallet. Like checking the news when you already know the story.

My tendons are telling me it doesn’t matter much what happened the day before. This is today.

Stop thinking and breathe.

Everything will settle into place.

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