I’m talking about his yoga exercises here of course, not about his sordid private life. I was at the gym this evening about to embark upon my hellish cardio regime which involves running your heart out until you can stand up no more, which is only slightly worse than the muscle building session which basically involves being laughed at by muscle-strapped oafs as I try to bench press 18kg, when I was asked if I wanted to take part in the yoga class downstairs.
Yoga. That’s just fannying around in different postures and chanting Om all the time isn’t it? Sounds better than a 5km run on the treadmill! Well, I discovered two things about yoga today: 1. It’s not about saying Om and 2. It’s actually not about fannying around because it’s harder than it looks! “Make a nice upside ‘V’ shape with your body” he said but the best I could manage was like a wobbly ‘U’, “now stand straight and touch your toes” I was instructed, I discovered that I could just about touch the top of my knees, “now extend your legs and raise your arms above you” (like a lunge), instead I lost balance and fell over.
Yoga. It’s not what you think!