It’s been about 3 months since I started Ashtanga yoga. I’m still very much a beginner so I feel somewhat inadequate as I detail and comment on my journey and this beautiful art form.

So, as with any diary, there has to be a beginning. I’ll start with how I came to yoga, and why.

I had always wanted to try yoga. I had heard stories of celebrities praising its benefits for a beautiful body and a way to cope with being “famous”. So for the same reasons as the celebrities, I wanted to try yoga to relive the stress of being a business owner, and to get some exercise into my unfit and inflexible body.

I fell into Ashtanga yoga more from convenience than anything else. There was a yoga school (shala) not more than 200 metres from work, and the beginner’s classes started at 5:30 pm… seems like the perfect time and place. A friend, who had previously been a student at the shala, had also recommended the school and its teachers.

So with good references and the perfect time and location, I decided to start my journey at 8limbs.