Virgin no more

It's official.

I lost my virginity some two weeks ago.

Sure, it was quite painful, but it was good while it lasted.

Panting and sweating and performing the karmasutra alongside me were not one, not two, but -- wait, let me count mentally -- nine hot women.

And the feeling was good. 

I've never in my 34 human years on this earth, done yoga.

While I'm not bent on sticking to the exercise, I'm glad I did it. Bent on -- ha ha. Geddit?

Firstly, it was the only way I could spend time with two of my favourite colleagues -- who are also dear friends -- outside of work.

Secondly, yoga has taught me quite a few things, chief of which is, I can never quit my job and run away to join the circus as an acrobat. No circus master would risk taking in an acrobat who cannot touch his toes without bending his knee.

Indeed, yoga has humbled me.

I'd never imagine that one hour of pretending my limbs are made of plasticine can churn out the same amount of ache that's akin to post-marathon pain.

And mind you -- I was aching in all the places I never knew could ache.

One of the reasons I hadn't tried out yoga was, I felt there wasn't a need to.

Why waste time twisting limbs for an hour, when I can pound 12km -- or swim 3,000m -- within those 60 minutes?

Heck, I'd work out more body parts and probably burn even more calories.

Then, it dawned on me that yoga can help me achieve one thing strenuous sports cannot.

Peace of mind.

There is no room for thought of any sort with yoga.

Clear your mind.... concentrate on your breathing.... 


These are some things I won't consciously do when running or swimming.

In fact, those would be some of the best times to keep thinking through problems, or planning work ahead of time.

Therein lies the beauty of yoga.

It gave me a good workout (trust me, I ached like a battered bitch the next day) and at the same time, it helped me rest my mind.

Yes. It gave me so much zen such that, it didn't even occur to me to make deliberate farting sounds when, towards the end of the class, the yoga instructor told everyone in her soporifically hypnotic voice to "breathe.... allow your body to rest totally...."

Yes. I was that obedient.

With stress giving me one more reason to work out, yoga will definitely be something I'll consider.

I think I can live and last with yoga.

Until I cannot suppress the urge to let go farting noises while everyone is hard at concentration, that is.