How did you first get into yoga?
I remember walking past a yoga studio 17 years ago and was mesmerised by the beauty and serenity of the class moving as one. As I had always been active and danced since I was little, I naively assumed there would be nothing to it. Of course, I felt like a total nincompoop for thinking that, because it was like trying to pick your nose with your big toe. Weirdly possible but excruciating all at the same time. What kept me going back was my teacher. She was encouraging and kind yet totally unafraid of kicking my butt. It was definitely love at first stretch, but consistency - never my strong suit - meant I made it to the mat when I could, rather than when I should. But every time I made my way back I felt a sigh of relief - that was highly addictive and also clearly necessary to help calm my hyperactivity.