I could hardly stand it. Not the pose, that I went up into with joy and surprise since it was the first time (and second and third) it has felt that good. But the joy I felt up there was amazing. Like, all this work - this is what it gets me. Up in the air, strong and happy.
The whole class got up. A motley crew of shapes and sizes, including the girl (of larger size) next to me who hovered in chaturanga like she was a bumble bee. She was so large and so strong and so light. It was a sight to see. I know you are supposed to keep your eyes and mind on your own practice, but as I plop to my knees in that pose I like to see where other people's arms are so I can get a feel for what to do. And I sometimes think "well, if I were lighter, this pose would be easier," but watching my neighbor yet again I saw that size has nothing to do with yoga.
It was an anusara class which means we flung open a bunch of the poses to open our hearts up, maybe that's what helped me get up into urdvha dhanurasana (wheel) and what I can't stop using the word "joy" to describe how I feel.