Summertime means baseball in this family - which is funny since pre-child neither Clark nor I had anything to do with baseball. But the boychild loves baseball, and we love the boychild, so by the transitive property we now love baseball. Well, pretty much - at the very least we attentively watch a lot of baseball.
But while the boychild loves baseball, I love yoga (and running, and mountain biking, and, and, and... but I digress.) So today found us at a ballfield in Morganton, NC, and me with no yoga class in sight. Which is how I found myself down-dogging and taking a vinyasa in the grass behind a maintenance shed and beside a horseshoe court (did you even know those existed? Me neither.)
There's nothing like trying to find your zen while simultaneously trying to be invisible. I didn't want Sam to have to break his pre-game concentration to explain why his mother is upside down in the grass while everyone else's mother is sitting on the bleachers.
So there I was, in my little hidden spot under a giant tree, taking a Cody App yoga class, and it was actually blissful. And also comical - trying to get your yoga on while hiding at a ballfield is pretty much what parenthood is all about.