Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Some thoughts on yoga.

I started going to yoga classes shortly after stopping smoking, back in March, 2011. If you've never tried yoga, it's wonderful. Our centre isn't a bunch of hippy, peace 'n' love prozac addicts, it's just a collection of normal people who enjoy doing yoga.

Once you settle down on either your haunches or a funny little stool prior to the class kicking off, you're enveloped by a sense of calm and well-being. Not even street noises seem to bother you any more. When the class starts, however, you realise you're part of something much bigger: you are a central component of a highly centred and concentrated group of stretching and contorting adults who are, for a full hour, simultaneously trying not to break wind.

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