I swore I would never ever blog about yoga in fear that I would turn into one of those yoga freaks who don’t seem to shut up about their practice. But guess what? I am a yoga freak. This blog is about obsessions after all—MY obsessions—and I obsess about asana more than I publicly admit.
I’m not going to write about how my heart chakra opened like a lotus blossom today (and if that did ever happen, dark little critters with big boofy hair would emerge from it and take over the world). I am instead going to speak FROM my heart charka and complain about the bloody asanas that torment me every bloody morning from 6 to 8.30am.
(By the way, I have not turned into a man. The photos are courtesy of http://www.ashtangayoga.info/)