8th October 2017
It was a perfect day for a walk on the beach. It was warm, sunny, and a deep blue sky.
The lake was choppy, and the waves were breaking on the pier. Boats of all sizes were attempting to tackle the waves, and many just turned round and came back. What a bunch of weedy, fine-weather sailors they were. There was no sense of adventure, they were not the calibre of sailors who took part in the Dunkirk evacuation.
For the past thirty days I have been taking in a yoga class on YouTube. Now I know what comments I can expect, but this is something new.
Kelli has been practising it for a number of years, and has been trying to get me to take it up for a while. I have tried a number of DVD’s teaching the basics with a little success. My favourite position is laying flat on the floor, and I have been known to fall asleep and miss the entire session.
This time I had no excuse, I could start the day energised and dynamic, well that’s what the intension was.
It came as quite a shock when I realised how stiff I was. I felt like an old Twig that would snap with all the bending I was trying to do. I set myself a goal of just being able to touch my toes, and at the end of this course I was close.
It certainly gives Kelli something to laugh at, as the sound of falling timber hits the ground when my sense of balance failed me.
My favourite position still hasn’t changed, and I may not be able to achieve some of the more complex positions, but I don’t care. If I can become more flexible, and it improves the quality of my life, then it is perfect. I also will be able to pick up any loose change from the floor without sounding like a creaking door.
Another Lifetime to go 