The trouble with yoga is that its very relaxing. This, some may say, is a Good Thing. However, when you attend an evening session and end up dozing off just at the bit where your heels are apparently becoming one with the floor, you know (when the nice lady switches on the lights again) that now you're all empowered and rested, you're going to be up till 4am...
So here I am. Very awake. I am though, very relaxed, very chilled and quietly relieved that I managed at least seventy five percent of the poses - though some had to be adapted by the teacher and so I got to sit instead of squat/stand (hurrah!). My mind refused to cooperate and think calm thoughts during the relaxation bit and I dozed off wondering a) if the love child of Bettany Hughes and Neil Oliver would be the most arrogant being ever created. Through the power of iplayer, I have been watching Ms Hughes talk me through most of the ancient civilisations and had, this very eve before yoga, been enjoying her Oliver-esque, slightly-out-of-focus-in-order-to-appear-mysterious monologue on Minoan society and b) logistical possibilities for my planned upperbodypowered ascent of Sgor Gaoith. You have to read that last bit in an affected English accent of circa 1853 when men wore tweed and had glacier lassitude. It works so much better.
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| Stob Ban from Laggan 8 Jan 2011 |
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| Corgarff Castle, Strathdon 9 Jan 2011 |
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