I am incapable of bending. I don’t mean that my opinions can’t be swayed, or that I’m perpetually steadfast or resolute – rather, that my joints don’t quite work the way they should. It’s been suggested that I try Yoga, something that’s supposed to make me a little more supple, and less like the creaking, brittle old man that I’m currently destined to be.
The closest I’ve gotten though, is playing as Dhalsim in Street Fighter. I tried it, but something as simple as the lotus position was enough to leave me as a wailing and grumpy, vaguely pretzel-shaped thing. I swore off Yoga or anything else requiring stretching or even approximating physical activity.
I may be willing to give it another try though. Some mad genius has combined an activity I despise to my core, with something I’m actually fond of doing: drinking beer.
“BeerYoga is the marriage of two great loves – beer and yoga. Both are centuries-old therapies for body, mind and soul. The joy of drinking beer and the mindfulness of yoga compliment each other, and make for an energizing experience.”
They’re not joking either, as they take it all quite seriously.
“BeerYoga is fun but it’s no joke – we take the philosophies of yoga and pair it with the pleasure of beer-drinking to reach your highest level of consciousness.”
I also attain a higher level of consciousness by putting beer in me! Funnily enough, they’re not the only ones – and it seems this may be a growing trend. While Yoga’s ultimate aim is transcendence, many use it as a physical activity – and honestly, I think there’s so much more that could be done in the way of combing alcohol and exercise.
Park Rum? Jumping Jack Daniels? Smirnoff Spin Class? Joggermeister?