Is what a yoga teacher will say to you, precisely at the moment when you really are going to pop an eyeball from exertion.
But the intensive is over, and not only am I standing, I'm also a little lighter, a little stronger, and quite possibly even a little taller. And very, very tired, mostly from the concentration required, for 7 hours, every day, just to keep up. I plan to make myself a tshirt, with I survived a yoga intensive with Peter Scott emblazoned across the front. I reckon I've earned it.
It was wonderful. My back is in (an ugly process, but it's done), and no further injuries. Of course, I've never once injured myself under Peter's supervision. Only when practising alone, or with a teacher who didn't know what they were doing. With Peter, you invariably become straighter, like it or not. They don't call him The Dude for nuthin'. DAMN, he's good.
In other news, the reindeer got up to mischief while I was away. For the life of me, I don't know how this happened. There's been nobody here all week.
Good luck to them, I say.
