BURGER SCOOT

The ground seems farther away these days.

No, I haven’t suddenly become tall; I am still the same five feet six inches shorty I was in high school.

It’s a perspective thing now that I am 68, continuing my losing (or is it gaining?) battle with obesity and stiffness.

The best example is in my yoga practice: whenever I must go from standing to sitting, or sitting to standing, it’s quite a production, and I almost wish I had a walker in the studio so I could hold on to it on my way up or down.

Each time I get up from a prone position, I am reminded of Aviv, a yoga teacher way back when I first started practicing from a seated posture, with his legs crossed, he could stand up without using his hands.

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