I started doing yoga three years ago. I still remember my first yoga class: My friend invited me to a university rec class, I showed up - the only guy - and then listened as the instructor told me to bend my back like a cat or let me spine come onto the floor like a string of pearls.

I got more of a workout from trying to restrain my laughter and came out of the class with the idea that yoga is just a body sculpt class with poetic narration. I still sort of think that – let the “true” yogis frown down on me from their downward dogs – but I have become a yoga regular and no longer laugh during class. Until I fall out of a pose or someone farts/snores during shavasana.