It’s more about the sunbathing than the sun salutations. But heck, it’s still a yoga break.

I’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 I’m finally starting to ‘get it’.

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, don’t knock it.

Of course, I’ve no idea what I’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 it’s good enough for me. Don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up with the others but well, I’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 (that’s actually starting to fit!) over my shoulder. Ibiza, here I come.