Which has shown me just how inflexible I am and made me wonder how on earth can anyone can ever fall asleep during it?
Anyway, before I went for the first time I was imagining that the yoga teacher would be someone who looked like she lived on mung bean milk shakes and would radiate smug good health.
And don't get me wrong, it wasn't that she didn't.
It was just I wasn't prepared for her to have quite obviously spent some quality time with her plastic surgeon.
I'm thinking our yoga teacher is an oxymoron.
If that is at all possible.
