If there is one thing I love about being "ON PAUSE", it's the opportunity to do yoga at 9 in the morning. In the past, 9 am was the time my outlook greets me with sh*tloads of emails. Nowadays, I just greet the sun.
I love yoga but I have this feeling that it really hates me. The hardest part is going into chatarunga repeatedly.
The correct charunga pose is elbow above wrist. Easy to say, easy to write but it's so hard to do.
Last week, I felt really crappy because the yogi in one of the hip ashrams repeatedly told me "Elbows above wrist" in a rather frustrated tone. It's not that I don't understand what it means but without a mirror, I really couldn't see what I was doing wrong.
But since I'm a firm believer that "Weapons are built through fire", I'm sure his strictness was necessary. What I did not achieve in mental zen, I did receive in psychical pain. Which is good because pain the validation that an exercise is effective.
I'm pretty sure I looked like this most of the time...
