I have all the flexibility of a table leg. I know this already, but I thought I'd give yoga a go anyway.
What could possibly go wrong? Well, nothing actually. Sometimes it's so hard to stick to what you believe in huh? Especially when you're an intrinsically lazy person. I believe that you should always be up for something new (within legality and morality).
So when my girlfriend told me we were going to yoga, I didn't argue. Well, not much. Note how I was "told", not "asked". I'm as in charge of this relationship as the captain of the Rena was of his ship. Too soon? Surely not.
We turned up to the Tauranga Yoga Centre for a Monday night beginners' class. I've always loved the custom of leaving your shoes at the door of a special place. It's a nice leveller. You do that here, to leave the outside world outside. I also, as I later found out, left my hamstrings out there too.
We went with another couple. Let's just call them Jemima and Big Ted. Big Ted was a novice, like me. Thank god. You get in there and get set up; mat, blankets, brick-sized hard foam block and a strap. Wait, what? A strap! Why in the inflexibility-god's name will I be needing a strap this evening? Turns out it's to stretch your arms wide behind your head, then rope-work tie your ankles as close to your butt as you can get them. Sounds painful, but actually quite a good stretch and almost relaxing! Me and Big Ted shook with laughter/dread/muscle-spasm all the way through it!