Yoga is like faith, or grief, or dog ownership: from the inside, it is incredibly obvious and you would no more question it than you would breathing in and out (although, to be fair, with yoga there is a lot of chat about breathing in and out). From the outside, it is baffling: it looks incredibly slow and boring, unless it looks extremely fast and challenging, and how can those two styles even share the same name?
Some poses, it is hard to believe the human body capable of, while others look more like napping. Can it possibly have the physical, psychological and spiritual impact its practitioners claim? And, if so, which form of it is best for you? Here’s what some old hands say, and what I’ve learned from my own adventures in yoga.
