Yoga in the morning, on a sunny balcony overlooking a lake. And birds. Twittering and so forth. That was my goal. Is my goal.
But at 7.30 am on a cloudy- make that pollutiony- Beijing morning and the only stretching I’m doing is trying to reach the bloody alarm clock to smack it quiet. From my bed, I imagine doing yoga. And in mental yoga, I can touch my toes.
So, in short, long way to go on this one.
