The benefits of yoga.

Monday onwards, I am starting yoga classes.  I was supposed to three days ago but I'm going to need a little time to mentally prepare myself. Waking up at six thirty isn't something that should be taken lightly. I'm pretty sure it could even strain my system.

I have to admit I'm a little nervous though. Mrs Khera, who's also taking them, demonstrated the Surya Namaskar for me at breakfast today. There's this bit where you bend over, keeping your knees straight, and touch the palms of your hands to the ground. I tried reproducing that in my room and I won't go into details but I had to hastily remove myself to bed and I spent the next half an hour lying on it with a pillow under my back. Mrs Khera is fifty five (or more) to my nineteen. This is not right.

Never mind. That's the point of yoga. It will make me flexible. I will be able to bend and twist and turn and maybe it'll also help me to stop tripping over things. I'm pretty sure it'll also give me peace of mind and all that. Two weeks from now, when I wake up in the morning, instead of wishing that I could just spend the rest of the day (preferably the rest of my life) in bed, I will spring from it with a graceful leap like those annoying girls from Enid Blyton's St Clare's.

Yoga will make me patient. It will enable me to concentrate. It will expand my mind. It will put me in touch with my inner consciousness. Basically with a little luck, it will overhaul my personality. This can only be a good thing.


Anushka said...

Yoga is fun. It is extremely cool when you're able to touch your head to your knees without warming up. However if you have an inner klutz, it won't stop you from tripping over things. I talk from experience.

blinknmiss said...

I don't mean to be discouraging, but my inner realist gives you a month at the most.

My outer encourager would be most delighted if you proved me wrong.

Rum Bum said...

You're so funny Trish

Eni said...

Talking of those annoying girls from Enid Blyton's St. Clare series, I am glad to inform you that I have written and published a book on Enid Blyton, titled, The Famous Five: A personal Anecdotage (www.bbotw.com).
Stephen Isabirye

rhea said...

interesting. the comments. my through-and-through cynic agrees with shalmi's inner realist without so much as a flicker of doubt about being wrong.
good luck, though.