Where you can find the inner peace
Saturday 21th March
5th day under lockdown
When I say "yoga" most people would think "calm", "beach", "inner peace" and eventually "hippies eating seeds". THAT isn’t the truth. Yoga means pain, pain and-OMG IS THAT MY BACK MAKING THOSE CRACKING NOISES ?!?!
You first start with a simple doggy-turtle-flamingo-camel position and smoothly switch to a beautiful moutain-tree-wooden stick position. And you end up looking like some dying blue whale on the shore.
After switching from exotic animal position to exotic animal position (the "parrot-wombat-syberian bunny" position, seriously ?!) you start to lose the track of time and wonder why your ankle feels like it’s been twisted 360° to the right.
When the family session is finally over (because of course you did the yoga with your family, in your garden, on dry grass and with your neighbors watching through their windows, it wouldn’t be fun otherwise) you just lie down for half an hour on the (painfully) dry grass and wish you had enough energy to get up and crawl to your bed.
Wait, Mom, you didn’t just say we were doing this everyday, RIGHT ?!
5th day under lockdown
When I say "yoga" most people would think "calm", "beach", "inner peace" and eventually "hippies eating seeds". THAT isn’t the truth. Yoga means pain, pain and-OMG IS THAT MY BACK MAKING THOSE CRACKING NOISES ?!?!
You first start with a simple doggy-turtle-flamingo-camel position and smoothly switch to a beautiful moutain-tree-wooden stick position. And you end up looking like some dying blue whale on the shore.
After switching from exotic animal position to exotic animal position (the "parrot-wombat-syberian bunny" position, seriously ?!) you start to lose the track of time and wonder why your ankle feels like it’s been twisted 360° to the right.
When the family session is finally over (because of course you did the yoga with your family, in your garden, on dry grass and with your neighbors watching through their windows, it wouldn’t be fun otherwise) you just lie down for half an hour on the (painfully) dry grass and wish you had enough energy to get up and crawl to your bed.
Wait, Mom, you didn’t just say we were doing this everyday, RIGHT ?!
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