By Meg Jackson
Up until yesterday you’d have thought I had the best fingernails ever to grace a yoga mat. They were painted beautifully, shapely and smooth, with cuticles smoother than an Ashtangi’s Chaturanga transitions. They were always just the right length – long enough to make a satisfying click on my laptop keyboard, but not so perilously pointy I’d puncture a student mid Downward Dog adjustment.