I was way out of my depth at the yoga workshop but at least I wasn't bleeding like my neighbour | Emma Beddington

I bullied myself into attending the final session cheerfully, reasoning that seeing it through to the bitter end would be an achievement of sorts.

I have certainly wished I were out of my body multiple times over the past five weeks.

I couldn't even assist the stronger, bendier other attendees correctly: I kept facing the wrong way, holding the wrong bits.

It feels like I've learned something about showing up with humility, which is arguably better than any mastery of the pose itself.

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