YOGA LOG

DAY 0: There are days when we all take things that pop up on our newsfeed a little too seriously. Happens to the best of us. I stand amazed by how far a human body can distort itself without snapping. What appeals to me more is the caption "YOU CAN DO IT TOO!"

DAY 1: Being the recluse that I am, I shall not venture out to the great wide world just to learn yoga. Besides the sun and I aren't on the best of terms. So, I embark upon the vast adventure that is to learn yoga via Google generated websites. After shifting through endless streams of information, I get up, do the "over head reach" and "forward bend" (quite unintentionally) and call it a night. 

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DAY 2: I discover the internet videos on yoga. I stare blankly at the computer screen for hours that I had long lost track of. I decide to immediately buy yoga pants. The yoga mat just doesn't seem that important.

DAY 3: I put on yoga pants. It is EMPOWERING. 

DAY 4: Succumbing to the overpowering guilt of doing everything but yoga in yoga pants, I decide to mimic the yogi on my computer screen. I listen to the apparition on the screen and dutifully oblige as she urges me to become the "downward facing dog" and exhale. Muffled laughter is not good for maintaining a stable breathing pattern.

DAY 5: Second attempt at imitating the yogi. Serious this time around, I meekly try to copy the steps. My neck strains as I shift between poses and peek at the screen hoping it would validate my endeavour. Wait, is yoga supposed to be this stressful?

DAY 6: I follow through the beginner's yoga videos quite easily. Transitioning from the warrior to the pigeon is no big deal at all. 

DAY 7: Musing on how difficult it is to maintain balance as a tree, I commend every child who gets the role of lead tree. Those kids must make their parents proud.

DAY 8: The first thing I do in the morning is to sink into the child's pose – dropping back onto my heels, crunching my head down on my pillow and stretching my arms on the bed sheets. It should tell you a lot about how I feel about having to get out of the bed in the morning.

DAY 9: Guests come over and annoying kid circuits around the walls of my room and bounces on my bed. I ponder whether if doing the warrior would suffice to scare him off. I try and get laughed at. The warrior in me sneers in response.

DAY 10: I reach a milestone as I accomplish the downward dog split. Yoga and I declare our relationship on Facebook.