The benefit to working with an instructor who lives 90 minutes away is alternative forms of communication. I got an email from my instructor this evening.
“Did you try to catch this morning?”
And the answer is, no. No ankle grabbing took place this morning in backbends.
Someone turned the thermostat off before leaving the studio last night. As a result, the space was 50 degrees when I started my practice. Frosty.
So I’ll give it a go tomorrow.