Camel terrifies me. The yoga pose, not the cleft-footed, cleft-mouthed desert beast.
There are few words that slam into my gut with such force as FAIL.
This summer in Hawaii I made a promise to myself to get up and go to the yoga classes offered on the beach every morning. Bubba hung out with the girls, playing in the sand, and jumping over waves while, 50 yards away, a group of 20 or so of us stood on hotel towels in the soft, dry sand and followed a yoga instructor.