So, calling myself a yogi feels like a bit of a joke, especially since I really can’t stand yoga.

But here I am, reluctantly rolling out my mat after dealing with a string of injuries from my favorite sports last Thursday with #ktp colleagues.

It all kicked off with running. Once I pushed past 30 km (Yes, I cannot run beyong 30km), my legs would scream in agony thanks to the dreaded Iliotibial Band Syndrome (ITBS). I’d be left struggling to move, which is not exactly fun.

Then there’s cycling. Back in the day, I was all about pedaling in big gears (even on hill riding), and now my knees are paying the price.

And if that wasn’t enough, my gym sessions, swimming, and even golf have added their own aches to the mix—shoulders, hips, hands, you name it. It’s like a never-ending cycle of discomfort.

So, in a moment of desperation, I decided to give yoga a shot.

I’ve spent a whole year trying to figure it out, and honestly, it’s been a struggle. I can’t even get the basic poses right!

Every class feels like a battle against my own body. Keep looking at the watch endlessly.

Yet, I can’t ignore that there might be some benefits lurking somewhere beneath my annoyance.

So, here I am—a reluctant yogi on a quest for relief.

It’s a funny twist in my story, but maybe this is just another chapter in staying active, even if it means embracing something I initially didn’t want to.

Who knows, maybe one day I’ll actually start to enjoy it!

P.S.: The reason I have time to take picture is that this pose, which look easy, are actually quite impossible for me. Image your butts (both right and left side) need to touch the ground on this pose.