A wise man once said: “You should try anything once.”
What a stupid saying! There’s loads of things I shouldn’t try – not even once.
Should I poke a sleeping lion in the stomach? No, I’ve been mauled by my cat for giving him a friendly tummy rub. Imagine what the king of the jungle would do if I poked him in the guts and called him a fattyfatty bum bum.
Should I paint my body blue, stick on a white beard and demand everyone call me Papa Smurf? No – I’d look look like a fat extra from Avatar.
Should I attempt one of the hardest extreme triathlons on the planet? DOH! I entered Norseman.
So, when given the opportunity to do Mysore yoga I asked will it kill me or open me to ridicule? Thankfully, the answers were “no” and “maybe.” I was worried about the maybe…
In a standard yoga class a teacher leads the students through a sequence of moves. In Mysore a student leads themselves through a sequence at their own pace. Everyone in the class follows the same sequence but the pace may be different.
The class started at 0630 but I could join anytime up till 0700. I need as much beauty sleep as I can get. I turned up at 0659. This meant everyone else had already started.
The Mysore sequence is like building IKEA furniture. If you don’t do it in the right order then a bit won’t fit where you want no matter how far you bend it.
Now imagine building a Kvlar wardrobe but only having the picture of a wardrobe as your guide. That’s Mysore.
I knew I needed to start by standing at the top of the mat. I also knew I had to finish by lying flat but I couldn’t remember the steps in between.
I looked around the class. One woman was bent over in a position her chiropractor would call “a broken spine”. Another girl was wrapped so tightly together only a can opener was going to get her unwrapped.
I decided to do neither of those moves. I attempted a bend from the hip. No one laughed so I thought I might be onto something. I do a few more bends to waste a few minutes. The teacher comes over “what are you doing?”
She says “Let me give you a guide”.
Great! That’ll help. She hands me some pics of people in positions that would be called pornographic if there was a partner involved. She says “Just do two of these and then three of these.”
I look at the diagram. It might as well be in Hindi as I don’t understand any of it. It turns out it is in Hindi.
I do a few more hip bends. I think I might be the best hip bender in the class. In fact, I think I might be the biggest bender here. Ummm that doesn’t sound right…
She come back over. “What are you doing?”
“Still warming up?” I reply.
“No your supposed to be doing this sequence.” She demonstrates it.
“Ahhh, it’s that sequence. I understand now.” I don’t.
She leaves. I bend my hips some more. I think if there was a hip bending competition in the Olympics I’d win a gold medal.Unless there was a Russian hip bender. He’d probably cheat and I’d get silver. I’d be gutted when I hear the Russian national anthem as we stand on the medal podium. Years later it would be discovered he was cheating! He’d get disqualified. I’d be the belated champion but it wouldn’t be the same. Instead of a podium I’d get my medal through the post. Damn you, Sergei!
She interrupts my daydream, “what are you doing?”
“I’ve warmed up!” I confidently state.
She takes pity on me. “Just lie down. Do you want a blanket to keep warm?”
“No thanks, I don’t like blankets of any size,shape or texture. You you might say I have a blanket ban…”
She doesn’t laugh. It’s probably too early in the morning for chuckles.
I give it five minutes and when she’s busy adjusting/torturing another Mysore student I sneak out.
The wise man was correct to say “do anything once” but he should also have said – don’t do it twice!