On crisp green lawns. At 5.45 am. Four women of varying shapes gathered and spread out their yoga mats and looked expectantly at the font of wisdom. A couple let out involuntary yawns. The yoga teacher was calm and composed and used to dealing with yawns and creaky morning joints. There was, unfortunately, no can of oil handy to oil them creaking tin plates. I had done some ten minutes of walking so them joints werent about to embarass me I thought. But I was wrong. Ten minutes of some knee bending, and I could have given a junked car a run for its rust.
Yup, sporadic walking was doing nothing for them spare tyres which were inviting family and friends to join the gathering, therefore this extra initiative. I was also tired of patting my thighs centimetre by centimetre into my jeans.
Breathe in, breathe out. Inhale exhale. Hum the Aum. Feel it coming from within you. Five minutes of Aum chanting and I was ready to lie down on my mat and doze off to sleep. But the knowledge that I had an image to protect kept me going. Specially the fact that from the corner of my eye, I could see the curious husband who had pretend grunted when I left, telling him I was off for yoga class, standing in our bedroom balcony watching us, eyes peeled, all ready to give me a blow by blow critique of where I was going wrong.
So I struggled and creaked and squeaked, and felt muscles I never knew I had give way and hand in their resignation letters with immediate effect. And emerged from the session, strangely enough, raring to go. And not all sweaty and exhausted and ready to collapse like them gym sessions had left me in the days of yore when I would go to gyms and work out.
And the best part about the morning. Yoga instructor asks us all what our reasons are for joining up. She asks two in the group, “You are here for weight reduction?” If looks could kill, she would have been swinging from a tree. And then comes my turn, I quail and wilt under her benevolent gaze. “So,” she beams, “you are here for general fitness?”
If I could, I would have bounded up from lotus position and smothered her with joyous hugs, but I remained the picture of dignified calm. “Yes,” I replied. “Am here for general fitness.”
I did the victory dance in the elevator back home.