My first memory of yoga is of seeing my mum, in a towelling leisure suit, heading off to a class at the local church hall with my high-haired aunt. I doubt they even worked up a sweat, spending most of the session sprawled in shavasana and loving being away from their offspring. Yoga then was a gentle pursuit for the vaguely sedentary. What a long way it’s come. Today it’s an adventure sport with devotees effortlessly pulling downwardfacing dogs on horseback and surfboards, upside-down warriors suspended from the ceiling and child’s pose totally starkers. Our story on page 4 will inspire the extreme sport spirit in all of you.