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UPSIDE DOWN<br />
NORMAL PEOPLE PACE when they’re nervous. Olly stalks.<br />
“Olly! It’s just a handstand. Against a wall. I’ll be fine.” It’s taken me an hour to<br />
convince him to show me how to do one.<br />
“You don’t have enough wrist or upper body strength,” he grumbles.<br />
“You used that one already. Besides, I’m strong,” I say, and flex a single bicep. “I can<br />
bench-press my weight in books.”<br />
He smiles a little at that, then mercifully stops stalking. He flicks his rubber band as his<br />
eyes scan my body, mentally critiquing my lack of physical fortitude.<br />
I roll my eyes as dramatically as possible.<br />
“Fine,” he sighs, with equal drama. “Squat.” He demonstrates.<br />
“I know what a—”<br />
“Concentrate.”<br />
I squat down.<br />
From across the room he checks my form and instructs me to make adjustments—<br />
hands twelve inches apart, arms straight with elbows pressed against my knees, fingertips<br />
splayed—until I’m just right.<br />
“Now,” he says, “shift your weight forward just slightly until your toes come off the<br />
ground.”<br />
I shift too far and roll head over heels onto my back.<br />
“Huh,” he says, and then presses his lips together. He’s trying not to laugh, but the<br />
telltale dimple gives it away. I get back in position.<br />
“More shift, less tilt,” he says.<br />
“I thought I was shifting.”<br />
“Not so much. OK, now. Watch me.” He crouches down. “Hands twelve inches apart,<br />
elbows against your knees, fingertips splayed. Then slowly, slowly shift your weight<br />
forward onto your shoulders—get those toes off the ground—and then just push yourself<br />
up.” He pushes up into the handstand with his usual effortless grace. Again I’m struck by<br />
how peaceful he is in motion. This is like meditation for him. His body is his escape from<br />
the world, whereas I’m trapped in mine.<br />
“Do you want to see it again?” he asks, flowing back to his feet.<br />
“Nope.” Overeager, I push forward into my shoulder as instructed, but nothing<br />
happens. Nothing happens for about an hour. My lower half remains firmly anchored to<br />
the ground while my upper arms burn from the effort. I manage several more<br />
unintentional somersaults. By the end all I’ve gotten good at is not yelping as I roll over.