Yoga on Monday.
The beginners Ashtanga class.
You’d think it would be easier, wouldn’t you?
Unfortunately lots of people were on holiday which meant a small class size.
And the yoga teacher has an assistant helping.
Which meant a much higher teacher:student ratio.
Which meant those slightly more challenging poses which I
cheat go a little easier on myself with? I found myself being tortured encouraged to “go a little deeper” into.
I have the hip flexibility of a corpse with rigor mortis.
But in one sitting pose the teacher sat there and ” encouraged” my hips to bend until my knees touched the floor.
First time since I was about 7.
“You see? The flexibility is there” he said.
At which point my knee poinged back into the upright position with the ferocity of a mousetrap going off.
Nearly knocked him out in the process.
You see? No it isn’t.