{"id":2457906,"date":"2020-05-01T00:16:01","date_gmt":"2020-05-01T06:16:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/news\/marolt-yoga-records-are-made-to-break-hearts\/"},"modified":"2020-05-01T00:16:01","modified_gmt":"2020-05-01T06:16:01","slug":"marolt-yoga-records-are-made-to-break-hearts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/local-news\/marolt-yoga-records-are-made-to-break-hearts\/","title":{"rendered":"Marolt: Yoga records are made to break hearts"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I did not sneak into the basement. I admit, I didn\u2019t announce where I was heading, either. I wasn\u2019t hiding anything. It\u2019s just that, if I went down there to do what I wanted to do but couldn\u2019t do it, I didn\u2019t want anybody to know that I couldn\u2019t do it or even that it meant enough to me to bother trying to do it. Does that make sense? The thing is, I had to see if I could do it and, if I failed, I didn\u2019t need some well-meaning do-gooder patting me on the back saying, \u201cit\u2019s all right.\u201d It really didn\u2019t matter in the grand scheme. That\u2019s why I didn\u2019t want to make a big deal out of it.<\/p>\n

In spite of what I say, though, it mattered enough for me to move furniture around down there so I could set up my phone far enough away to record a wide-angle video of my attempt so I would have proof, just in case. In the back of my mind, there was a chance.<\/p>\n

I hit the start button and hurried into my yoga pose. The goal was to hold it for three minutes and five seconds. I got to a minute and a half and felt solid. Was there hope? Could there be a chance? Then the fatigue came on like a storm, way faster than I remembered. Suddenly I could barely breathe. My vision was fading to black. Could I hold on like this for another minute or so? Not a chance. I collapsed onto the floor in a blob of pain and disappointment. After a few minutes in fetal shavasana I crawled to my phone to look at the replay. A minute and 50 seconds. The champ was dead.<\/p>\n

Nobody even called to tell me that my world record had been broken. I suppose I should have assumed that is how it goes in the yoga business. It\u2019s like karma sealed her lips to punish me for turning this into a game.<\/p>\n

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