I Run Because of Yoga

As part of our therapy, my group does yoga once a week. I guess it's something about making us in touch with our bodies, feelings, and all that jazz. Like I am not already, right? I am pretty much a legend in my mind as to how in touch I am with myself. okay, maybe that didn't come out the way I intended. 
Anyway, so there I am, being present in my thoughts, slipping in all the poses because I accidentally put WAY too much coconut massage oil on at the store where the tester was very generous. You should have seen me trying to do the tree pose. 
and concentrating on my practice, when she gives us a bolster and tells us to put it under our back. 

I do. 

Then? She tells us to lay back, stretch our legs out, lay our back on the bolster and let our hands rest by our sides. 

Something like this here: 

  I bet you are thinking the same thing I was, "Uh, if an axmurderer were to happen on in here right now? He'd have us axed in the chest before we knew what hit us. And? I am first in the room, so guess who goes first? Why did I pick this spot? Who invented such a pose?"

Our sweet yoga instructor pipes up, "You may notice that you feel a bit anxious in this pose, as if you are exposed, or vulnerable..."

Okay. What was THAT? Was she reading my mind? I mean, in my opinion, this has nothing to do with being "vulnerable" it is mere safety. Sitting in a room with your chest exposed could get you killed. (or if you were a high school girl you could get called some names by the other nice high school girls...) It has nothing to do with my fear of exposing my "feelings" to the world, having my "heart" all "open and exposed." No, not at all. 

So I sat there, my chest exposed to any want to be killer to hop on in when she finally ended the pose. Up next? Dead person pose. 

Yeah, the pose were you lay on the ground like you are dead and they are going to chalk outline your body before they remove you from the scene in a black bag. Zipped up. Nice follow up there, huh? 

Now you see why I run? Obviously.