However, I actually feel fairly productive having gone to the market and yoga class on the weekends. It seems strange to me that I have really taken to yoga. I remember in high school when we had a time of gym class when we were doing yoga. All I can remember about it now was that we were supposed to be learning about breathing and meditation which centered on the infamous 'Ohm'. I was struck by an inescapable fit of the giggles. We all sat there facing a mirror and I could see everyone's face making the laughter inducing 'Oh' shape. I tried to close my eyes and concentrate on not laughing which only made me laugh all the more. I (and a couple of infected gigglers) were asked to leave the room.
So I never gave much more thought to yoga, seeing as how I couldn't manage to take it very seriously. But I became a somewhat regular gym attendee and class taker and yoga kept popping up. On television, in magazines- the benefits were touted everywhere and I thought I must really be missing something. So I decided to give it a try. And wouldn't you just know it, I really enjoyed it. I even managed to 'Ohm' without cracking a smile (granted I kept my eyes firmly closed from the start). I don't do yoga nearly enough which makes me sad because unless I can bring myself to practice it 3x a week or so, I will never much improve my flexibility. But I am happy to keep it at the level it's at, with the hopes that I can bring myself to go on a Monday or Wednesday night at some point. It's just that Mondays are scheduled for consultations in Brixton from now until god knows when and Wednesday is a classic night for going out- that is if I'm not exhausted at the end of the day and just wanting to stare at my television mindlessly.
Still, I really like yoga. Wish I could do more of it. And am glad that I manage (most of the time) to get myself there on a Sunday.
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