I rubbed my upper arms as a cool breeze crossed the roof top restaurant where we sat, looking at the Ganges floating by with its force. I felt something. My muscle, it was a lot stronger than two weeks ago.
I felt it during class also. The plank wasn’t as hard and my arms didn’t start to shake when we came down for the fourth time.
This really is a workout camp.
“Hold it, ten seconds. Hold it,” teacher says as he walks around among us correcting our poses. Not until everyone got it right does he start counting.
That’s more than ten seconds.
It’s tough, challenging and so good for our bodies. And we do it by our own free will. It’s amazing.