It seems to me that when I want to go to yoga the least, and I show up anyway I’m gifted with something out of the blue. Yesterday I had the worst tamale hangover from eating all the carbs all weekend; yet, even though I was tired and cranky, I was craving Ashtanga yoga, which has never happened in my life.
I thought the key to Tittibhasana was losing a few more pounds in my middle or thighs so I could squeeze my way through, but after the new pounds I found over the holidays, I found that is not the case. I believe the key is the extended navasanas I’ve been doing lately.
Yesterday, I was finally able to do it, twice even. And it felt natural. The strain on my wrists was gone and it felt like I had been doing the pose for a while now, unlike say, bakasana or handstand, which once I achieved them, would come and go, and still come and go. Guess Tittibhasana was my Christmas gift to myself.