The final day of the Melbourne 2008 National Iyengar Yoga Convention finds me sitting at my kitchen table, eating semolina and doing the crossword.
The convention was a blast, and Jawahar Bangera is an Awesome Dude, but 3 hours of standing poses yesterday left me feeling like I've had a hip replacement.
Slowly, slowly, I'm learning to recognise when I've had enough of a good thing, before I'm laid out by it.
Then again, maybe I should go to the afternoon session.
My headstand needs all the help it can get. Those feet are a disgrace.
Namaste.
