Itâ€™s more about the sunbathing than the sun salutations. But heck, itâ€™s still a yoga break.
Iâ€™m amazed at how much more I seem to be enjoying this yoga thing now that the weather’s warmed up a bit. I have to admit, it was arduous dragging myself away from the comfy sofa on really cold nights but now summer’s here I’m starting to feel much more motivated. I think Iâ€™m finally starting to â€˜get itâ€™.
Remarkably, I even found myself turning down a boozy weekend with the girls in Malaga, and booking a yoga weekend in Ibiza online. Now that really is progress. Although to be honest, it was more the lure of a quiet Spanish beach alone, away from the kids and noise, than the early morning sun salutations. Still, donâ€™t knock it.
Of course, Iâ€™ve no idea what Iâ€™m letting myself in for, something about Ashtanga, but naturally all I really saw was the Ibiza bit: the sunshine, pristine seas and beaches. Haven’t tried Ashtanga before but if it’s good enough for Madonna, then itâ€™s good enough for me. Donâ€™t know if Iâ€™ll be able to keep up with the others but well, Iâ€™ve kind of got used to that by now.
As the weekend approached, and the girls were choosing their evening dresses and bikinis, I started to wonder if I had made the right choice after all. Have I lost my mind? Turning down a weekend of hard-partying, great gossip and a cocktail or 10, for a few very early-morning stretches on the beach. Hmmm. But it’s too late now. I wave my friends goodbye with a heavy heart, and throw a small bag containing my designer yoga wear (thatâ€™s actually starting to fit!) over my shoulder. Ibiza, here I come.