I don’t know if I would step in that direction, Dave. If they’re devoted enough to pay that kind of money you’re dealing with people more than willing to show their loyalty by defending her against any slight. But best of luck.
Here’s the thing, and there’s really no getting around it; anything you do that move the body can hurt you if you do something wrong with your body. It’s pointless to say people drown while swimming, or people get knee injuries while playing football, because nothing is completely safe. Yoga is, far and away, the best exercise anyone can do. I recommend against joining an advanced class, or watching a video online, but instead find a basic class with a good instructor. We have an 85 year old instructor at my gym. We have a student who is 81. Both these people have spent years in practice and both are in great health. I’m 62 and have been doing Yoga since 2006. I have no back issues, no joint issues, and my mobility is great. There’s people I once worked with who now sport handicap stickers on their cars because they’ve let themselves go. You will not find long term health benefits in any exercise to match that of Yoga.
Yoga isn’t a sport. It’s an exercise, and like any other, you have to know what you’re doing. Also, regurgitating a random stat with context or citation is worthless.
Unless you are prone to drama, as this entire comic strip is about. You’re making things up and looking for a reason to being offended. Take the comic strip at face value and stop right there. It will be fine if you don’t extrapolate.
Ode on a Grecian Urn BY JOHN KEATSThou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new;More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d, For ever panting, and for ever young;All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest,Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.
Google silk hat and you get top hats but also ladies’ hats. Historically speaking, Frosty is shown with a top hat, and I cannot believe I actually did research on this.
I see this thread being laced with puns.