Why men don’t get yoga…

I’ve been doing yoga for over two decades now.

I started because I was getting chronic back pain from several metal plates screwed into my lower spine – the residue of a car accident in which I was a passenger in a car that got totalled after hitting a telegraph pole.

Yoga fixed the back pain, and I discovered a whole lot of other benefits too, including increased flexibility, better breathing (larger lung capacity), a sense of calm, and regular yoga reduces your appetite. You don’t feel as hungry. It’s as though the yoga re-configures your digestive system so that you need less food to operate efficiently. Consequently you lose weight.

The thing that a lot of people, especially men, don’t understand about yoga – you get the same benefits whether or not you do a pose perfectly, or whether you just attempt the pose. In other words, you don’t need to be an elite practitioner to get benefits from yoga.

For about six years I was a devotee of Bikram Yoga. It’s very hard-core, very intense, and it’s done in a hot room – the temperature up around 38C, if I remember right. And I’ll tell you, it’s damn hard!

Bikram Yoga is done to a very strict routine, and to a “narration” which has to be followed exactly, word for word. If the teacher, who runs the class, is even out one sentence, then that teacher can be expelled from ever teaching Bikram again.

I loved the rigour of Bikram. I loved it so much I was seriously going to do the teaching course in Los Angeles. On the occasions I was in LA  for work, I did classes there, and the teaching course was reputed to be incredibly tough. That appealed to me. But then Jennifer and I moved out of Sydney and there were no Bikram schools in Mudgee, so I haven’t done it since. But I still keep up a daily practice at home – and each day I feel better for it.

Here is an article from the Washington Post. It makes for interesting reading…

At a recent visit to a yoga studio, I watched as practitioners breathed, bent, twisted and stretched their way to a happier state. They left more relaxed, more energised, with better posture and a renewed outlook. But there was one curious thing: of the 24 people in the room, only four were men.

Yoga devotees say that this disparity is not unusual, no matter the time of day. Typically, they say, the ratio of women to men rarely goes much below 80-20. In fact, a 2012 survey byYoga Journal found that of the 20.4 million people who practise yoga in the United States, only 18 per cent of them were men.

Why don’t men do yoga?

“My husband said he felt bored,” says one woman whose partner was visiting the Washington studio on a day off. “He didn’t let himself enjoy it.”

She is like many women who do yoga and want their spouse or partner to give it a try. But the many myths about yoga stand in their way: Yoga isn’t a decent workout; it’s too touchy-feely; you have to be flexible to do it; men’s bodies just aren’t built for pretzel-like poses.

Adrian Hummell has heard all the excuses.

“What happens is, a guy who doesn’t know about it associates it with things like pilates or aerobics,” says Hummell, who has been doing yoga for the past three years and now teaches Bikram yoga, a particularly strenuous form of the practice, in Maryland. They think of it as a “women’s workout”, he says.

“It’s almost a joke when guys say, ‘I don’t think I should do yoga because I’m not flexible,’ ” he says. “It’s like saying, ‘I’m too weak, so I can’t lift weights.’ “

Hummell and many other yoga practitioners extol its many benefits beyond a pleasant post-class buzz. Several studies have linked a regimen of yoga classes to a reduction in lower back pain and improved back function. Other studies suggest that practicing yoga lowers heart rate and blood pressure; helps relieve anxiety, depression and insomnia, and improves overall physical fitness, strength and flexibility, according to the US National Centre for Complementary and Alternative Medicine, a branch of the National Institutes of Health. Still, despite many studies, no firm evidence has been found to show that yoga improves asthma or arthritis.

The centre is funding research to determine whether yoga can benefit in the treatment of diabetes, AIDS, post-traumatic stress disorder and multiple sclerosis.

Loren Fishman, a Manhattan physician who sees patients suffering from a variety of ills, says his prescription is often yoga.

Fishman has written several books on using yoga as a supplement for rather than as a substitute for medicine. He has studied yoga since the early 1970s and noted that the practice was developed centuries ago by men in India. But its modern form has become feminised.

“There’s been a flip,” Fishman says. “When it came to the US, yoga became a sort of gentle gym, a non-competitive, non-confrontational thing that’s good for you. Yoga has this distinctive passive air to it. You get into the pose and stay there.”

Among those who reject the idea that yoga is just for women is Danny Poole, a Denver teacher and trainer who uses yoga to help athletes. In 2009, his students included about a dozen members of the Denver Broncos.

Poole came to the practice reluctantly himself. A basketball player at Grand Valley State University in Michigan four decades ago, he was dragged into a yoga class by his girlfriend.

“All I knew is that there were hippies doing it, and I was intimidated because I didn’t know what it was,” Poole said. “Then I got hooked on it because I never felt so good.” Poole kept up with yoga and said it helped him avoid sports injuries as he grew older. About 15 years ago, he went full-time as a teacher.

Poole decided to drop some of the elements of a traditional yoga class that could turn off men: no chanting, no Sanskrit terms for poses, no music, no headstands or handstands that are difficult and prone to causing injury. “I keep it easy and gentle, and I avoid trying to make the client not look good,” he said.

Poole says professional athletes like yoga because it keeps them loose and focused before a game and helps ease post-game soreness. During his year with the Broncos, he says, he kept his yoga group injury-free. But he understands why many men, especially former athletes and men who have spent years pumping iron, have trouble with the physical and mental aspects of yoga.

“Athletes with big muscles take a regular yoga class and it kicks their butt,” Poole says. “They tend not to come back.” But Poole said that those who stuck with the yoga program remained injury-free during the football season, which turned the doubters into converts.

When men say they are bored with yoga, Poole thinks there may be something else going on.

“Our egos are deflated because we can’t do some of the poses,” he said.

The Washington Post

And then this, from the Telegraph in London –

Forty-eight hours after their win over England in the opening match of the Rugby League World Cup last month, the Kangaroos went for a warm-down at Manchester’s Yoga Lounge, a fitness studio dedicated to yoga and pilates.

Here, Bikram yoga, the “hot” kind that’s performed in a super-heated room to ensure an instant sweat and enable deeper stretches, is a speciality. And 40 per cent of those attending classes are male.

The Australian team are not alone in striking a sweaty yoga pose to speed their post-match recovery, improve general flexibility and guard against injury. Their English opponents have also supplemented their training with the ancient discipline at the insistence of Mark Bitcon, head of performance with the national team as well as at the Wigan Warriors rugby league club.

“It’s not about lying around on a mat,” says Bitcon. “It’s an intense physical workout which has numerous positive benefits. There’s a lot of work with weights in rugby league, plus intense, competitive action. In the past, we tended to neglect the flexibility aspect.”

The old-world, macho view that “yoga is for girls”, or at the very least only for blokes who are a “bit spiritual”, is history.

This season, Wasps, the London rugby union club, has introduced yoga sessions for its players.

Manchester United’s veteran winger, Ryan Giggs, who turns 40 this month, is such a talisman for its benefits he has released his own yoga-for-men DVD.

Andy Murray has credited Wimbledon-winning frame to Bikram.

But the elite sportsmen that yoga attracts aren’t interested in the path to enlightenment. “What they are interested in is prolonging their career,” says Nisha Srivastava, instructor at the Yoga Lounge.

“If they can tap into that 1 per cent that enhances their game, they become interested. When they see the benefits of yoga, that’s when they persevere with it.”

Wasps and England forward James Haskell, 28, who has been practising for three years, admits: “I’m not there to get my chakras aligned – I use yoga to give me an advantage in my game and to keep me on the field.”

Haskell is convinced of its benefits.

“When I was 18, I’d just go straight out and train hard. Now my first port of call is to get out the mat – otherwise I’m like the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz. I seize up.”

Dense muscle is notoriously inflexible, but the benefits from yoga-style stretching are measurable. “We test various physiological aspects, and one is range of flexibility,” says Bitcon. “We have seen as much as an extra couple of centimetres in areas like the hamstring. Any marginal improvement in an area like that can be very useful.”

It can also improve upper-body stabilisation, especially around the shoulders, where players grapple.

It’s not hard to sell men poses, or “asanas” – such as the Warrior or the Hero – but yoga has other advantages, explains Srivastava.

“The work we do appears to be purely physical, but the goal is the mind, and that’s where it can be most beneficial. If they can control their mind, learn to concentrate, then they will make more correct decisions on the pitch.”

Nick Chadd, the strength and conditioning coach who introduced Wasps players to yoga, says: “We have found it has a real impact on the way the guys perform, and that comes from aspects of relaxation and focus. It also improves mood and interaction among the group.”

The Telegraph, London

 

 

The Sister Clare wash-up…

I have to admit the whole Sister Clare episode took a big toll on me –

I’m sure it took a bigger toll on her.

It was all so unnecessary.

It was unnecessary for her to lie to me, it was unnecessary for her to try and manipulate me into believing her increasingly irrational story, and it was completely unnecessary for her to use her vows as a nun, and hence her relationship with the church and with God, to justify her position.

On my part, it was probably unnecessary that I publish the whole thing. I could have swallowed it. But I did feel a responsibility to you people on this blog. Particularly those who had given or pledged goods to her for the tour.

Also, when she started to secretly email some of you on this blog, and put her side of the story, I felt then it was important that BOTH sides of the story be revealed, so that you all could make a fully informed decision as to her credibility.

All that said, the whole thing made me sick to the stomach.

At a time when Jennifer and I were travelling overseas, it made me feel depressed and very melancholic. And it also chewed up a huge amount of time – time that could have been better spent doing happier things. 

I had trusted her – as you all had.

Why did she do it? Only she knows. Was she seeking love? Attention? Sympathy? Or was it a devious ploy to try and elicit some money from me?

Who knows? Perhaps it was a combination of all of the above.

But that’s just speculation.

I offered Sister Clare a guest post so she could put her side of the story, but I haven’t heard back from her. I prompted her with an email yesterday, to remind her that she had a guest post available whenever she wanted – and I gave her an undertaking I would not edit what she wrote, nor would I make comment.

Still nothing back from her.

Has the episode tarnished, tainted this blog – as some of you privately have suggested?

You tell me.

I must admit, I’ve been seriously thinking about shutting the blog down, particularly when I get idiots like this cowardly “Satan” making jibes at me. But if I did that, then I’d just be letting the “Satans” of the world win.

I wouldn’t want that.

Despite all this, I have enormous affection for Sister Clare, still – and I can only think that the reason she did what she did was because she must be in enormous pain.

She does have a severely handicapped son, and very few of us would truly know what kind of pressure that places on someone. Every day must be emotionally draining. 

If Sister Clare’s stories about her background are to be believed, then she too has had a very tough life. Again, that can manifest later in behaviour outside the norm.

So I guess what I’m saying is that there are factors at play here that I’m not fully privy to, and that’s why I make no judgement of Sister Clare, and that’s why I have forgiven her.

I do implore her to come back to this blog, because if I can forgive her, and if some of you can forgive her too, then there will be some upside to the trauma and ugliness of what happened…

That’s what I look for in all this – a way for me to grow as a person. Already she has provided me with that opportunity, and I hope to learn more from her too –

She came into my life for a reason. I’m still not sure what that reason is…

Bill Bennett.

Message to Satan –

I went for a walk today –
This came up on my playlist.
Thought of you Satan…

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out, 
Who killed the kennedys? 
When after all
It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah! 
Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame...

Sympathy for the Devil
Rolling Stones

Thoughts from Bavaria…

I’ve spent a fair bit of time in Bavaria over the years.

For a while there, I was a consultant to a large film fund based out of Munich. German money has supported quite a few of my previous films. I’ve also had a career retrospective at the prestigious Hof Film Festival,  near the Czech Republic border.

They flew me out and put me up as their guest for about ten days. I had a great time, spoiled only by my having to sit through all my films, which was excruciating!

On this trip, Jennifer and I flew into Frankfurt and drove directly to a small town on the Rhine called Rudesheim – which I’ve noted was an important town on the German Camino. (I didn’t realise this until I saw a Camino symbol on the town’s church.)

Barge on Rhine Bavarian Church

We then spent the weekend in Heidelberg before heading on to Munich where I was to  meet with a financier.

Each town and city was preparing for its Christmas Markets, which officially commence on November 28th. These markets are wooden stalls which are erected usually in the town squares, or in the areas around the central church or Cathedral.

Putting up decorations

On previous occasions I’ve been in Bavaria just before Christmas and seen these markets in action. They sell all things Christmassy – including beautiful hand-made glass blown baubles, hand carved wooden Nativity sets, glassware containing candles, the glass hand-painted with beautiful Christmas imagery – and of course Gluhwein, which can be deceptively potent.

So it was unfortunate we missed the markets by less than a week. Even so, Bavaria was in Christmas mode, and all the shops were decked out with Yuletide displays.

Christmas shop night Christmas store display

Driving in Germany is always challenging.

On the autobahns there’s no speed limit. Usually they are three lanes – in the far right-hand lane you have the slow trucks, in the middle lane you have the cars that are passing the trucks, and in the far left-hand lane are the rocketships.

These are the cars that whizz past at speeds well in excess of 200kms/hr. I was regularly passed while traveling at 150kms/hr – and the cars that passed me left me standing still. Some I estimated were traveling at about 250kms/hr. These were high performance Mercs and BMWs and Audis – cars that in Australia sell for more than $300,000.

When you have vehicles traveling at that speed, you have to be very careful. It requires full concentration, particularly when it’s raining hard and you have slippery roads and poor visibility, as it was on several occasions.

You’d think the rocketships would slow down in conditions like this, but no. There were times when I had to shift over into the rocketship lane to pass a slow car, and I would look in my rearview and see a dot in the distance behind me – next moment that dot is a vehicle which is tailgating me at 170kms/hr! Literally sitting on my back bumper. It freaked me out.

The food is heavy high calorie grub with thick cream-based sauces, noodles, and plenty of pork. In cold weather it’s perfect, and makes sense. The food I like best though in Bavaria is simple fare – sausages, sauerkraut, weissbeir (white beer) and pretzels.

Guinea fowl Sausages Strudel

The German sausages are unlike any you’ll find elsewhere. And washed down with a low alcohol weissbeir, it’s one of my favourite food groups!

At this time of the year you get local game on the menus too – boar, goose, wild duck. One of my better meals in Heidelberg was roasted wild guinea fowl – with pine nuts and grapes and mashed potatoes. Followed by home made strudel. Yummy.

Germany is much more expensive than either Portugal or Spain. Then again, the German economy has been supporting those other two countries for a while now. There’s a 19% tax on most things, including meals. Unlike Portugal or Spain where you can get a fabulous three course meal with wine for €15, in Germany that won’t even buy you a main meal.

Menu

The German penchant for precision and their low tolerance for the arbitrary is also completely different to the Spanish and Portuguese love of the lackadaisical. I must admit I veer towards the genial looseness of Spain and Portugal.

For such a surging developed country, they have not embraced wifi like some other European countries. Other than in a university town in a popular coffee shop, I could not find a cafe or restaurant with wifi. The hotels also were largely deficient of decent internet access. It drove me nuts, particularly when I had to work.

Firewood Cigarette machine ws Jennifer Bavarian house Ice rink

Our trip came to an end at Mainz, which is an ancient town about 30kms from Frankfurt airport. We overnighted there before dropping the car back at the airport the next morning, then boarding the Etihad flight back home.

My only personal expenditure was a pair of Meindl full leather boots. I’ve been lusting after these boots ever since I saw them worn by a bloke who walked over the Route Napoleon in early April, when it was closed by snow.

In Germany they are relatively inexpensive – especially when you claim back the 19% tax. I bought them for the Portuguese Camino next April.

Meindl boots

Mainz again turned out to be a Camino town – and important link through from Frankfurt into France. So our German trip started at a Camino town, and ended at a Camino town.

Pilgrim sign

A coward called Satan…

I landed back in Australia several hours ago to a comment posted on the blog, under the Coincidences? post, which some of you might have missed –

It was signed by someone calling himself, or herself, Satan – with an email address of 666@hotmail.com. The IP address led me to a server which is anonymous.

Here is what “Satan” had to say –

Hello Bill,

I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate you on this splendid job you’re doing on behalf of me. To see you rape the spirit of the Camino is a great joy for me. You’re even succeeding in turning true pilgrims into ordinary tourist. Ha, just loving to see you destroying those innocent souls.

But the public ‘execution’ of Sister Simon Clare has been your greatest feat to date. Your destruction of this vulnerable catholic nun warrants an upgrade to your future seat in hell.

Keep up the good work Bill!

Yours sincerely,
Satan

You might have seen my reply – and Steve’s reply – calling this Satan a gutless coward for making criticisms without revealing his or her true identity.

I am quite happy to have a dignified debate with this person on the issues he or she has raised, but I won’t do so with someone who hides cravenly behind anonymity.

Mind, you, I don’t know that a dignified debate with this person would be possible. He or she doesn’t seem to be particularly bright.

So ‘Satan” – if you want to step outside and have a real fight, then have the balls to identity yourself.

Come out from your creepy hidey-hole under your slimy rock into the full sunlight of transparency and accountability, and let’s go toe to toe baby…

Bill

Coincidences?

Drove about 6hrs the other day and ended up in a small town near Munich called Dinkelsbuhl.

Dinkelsbuhl is on the famous Romantic Road, and is a picture postcard historic town, restored like a Disneyland theme park.

Even at this time of the yesr, it’s notoriously difficult to find a parking spot in these towns, especially when you arrive late in the afternoon as I did.

My GPS – yes, GPS – led me straight to the hotel in the main street, and surprisingly in a town jammed packed without a free parking spot anywhere, there was an empty parking space virtually right outside the entrance to the hotel – about fifty meters down, outside some shops.

“They kept it free for you,” my wife said.

I didmt know what she meant.

She pointed out her side of the car window, to the shop I’d parked out front of.

It was a clothing store – and on the glass panelling of the front door to the shop was a sign. It said PILGRIM. It must be a clothing or footwear brand.

But they kept the space free for me…

(photo to come)

Traveling

Today Jennifer and I begin our long trip home.

We are driving from Munich back to Frankfurt, overnighting just outside of the city, then tomorrow morning we do the 34hr haul back to Mudgee, via Abu Dhabi then Sydney.

Hopefully I can access the internet from time to time and respond to comments.

Back to summer in Australia, and The Ashes – the epic cricket game between Australia and England. Five games, each of five days duration.

Cant wait!

An overview of the Camino Portuguese…

I have had very intermittent internet access since leaving Spain and Portugal. This was meant to be posted quite a while ago…

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This is an overview of a week spent driving from Porto through to Santiago de Compostela – following the northern section of the Camino Portuguese.

Our trip was to scout a tour we’ll be leading next April. Our purpose was to find suitable hotels, begin to negotiate rates, find wonderful restaurants and cafes – and generally try to get a sense of what it will be like to walk the pilgrimage route.

At first I tried to follow all the yellow arrows in the car, but I found it just wasn’t possible when the Camino went off road and down trails.

Signs VdC

Here are the things I found from the scout:

  • The route is beautiful, at first following the coast, then veering inland into some truly spectacular countryside.
  • Whilst it’s not as difficult as the Camino Frances, it’s still a tough walk. There are a few steep sections that will require serious fitness.
  • There are some magnificent churches and Cathedrals along the way – including some ancient Roman Churches.
  • The food is glorious. More on that later…
  • The Portuguese people are friendly, very helpful, and many understand English.
  • The Camino Portuguese is not nearly as crowded as the Camino Frances. In mid November, I did not see one pilgrim walking in Portugal. The Way seemed empty.

Ponte de Lima

Our journey started, as per the Brierely Guide, on a metro train heading out of the Porto City Centre to the outer suburb of Matosinhos. It’s by the port, where the fisherman land their daily catches, and it has the best fish restaurants in all of Porto.

Sardines Rest

My wife and I followed the very first yellow arrow out of the port area and then along the coast, by a huge lighthouse – heading up to Vila do Condes, about 20kms to the north.

First Yellow Arrow

Walk to lighthouse Chapel by sea

The town’s market was in full swing when we arrived, and we wandered through, before finding out way down to the river.

Vila de Conde stalls Buying Cod

A tendril of smoke caught my attention and as I walked closer I saw a man grilling pork ribs on a barbecue outside a restaurant. It was lunch, so Jennifer and I went inside and ordered… yes, the grilled ribs. They were truly delicious.

Cookind ribs ext

The next day we went through to Barcelos – famous for its chickens, and arguably the home of the world renown Portuguese Grilled Chicken. We now know the best place in town to have this local delicacy.

Nearby is Braga and Bom Jesus, which is just out of the town. We didn’t go there this trip – we’d been there earlier this year, and it’s very apparent why it’s the most popular tourist destination in all of Portugal.

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The church, on a hill overlooking Braga, sits atop a series of ornate switchbacks., with little chapels at each end. Magnificent.

The next main spot for us to stop was Ponte de Lima – some say the jewel in the Camino Portuguese crown. It’s a gorgeous little picturesque town with a large Roman Bridge leading north.

Ponte de Lima River

Old Lady at PdL

We headed further north, through Valenca which is on the Portuguese / Spanish border, then crossed over into Spain and spent the night at the Parador in Tui – which looks across the river at Valenca.

The Parador was a big mistake. It’s a fair way out of town, expensive for what you get, and the service is ho-hum. We found better hotels in the Tui township, close to the magnificent Cathedral high on a ridge overlooking the town.

Tui Cathedral

Tui church door

We were now in Spain – back on Spanish time (Portugal is one hour behind) – and back on Spanish food!

Mixed grill Portuguese style

We made our way to Pontevedra – a large town with a very beautiful historic centre. The Camino cuts all the way through it, and crosses a bridge to the north. My wife and I followed the yellow arrows which finally led us out of town.

From Pontevedra we made our way to Caldas de Reis – a very old and elegant spa town with hotels that date back several centuries.

CdR river CdR Spa hotel

From there we went through to Santiago where we booked into the Costa Vella hotel. I went immediately to the Cathedral, but was disappointed to see that the front facade was covered in scaffolding. Obviously it was undergoing a facelift during the winter months.

I made my way inside, and sat in the pews and remembered the last time I sat there – having just finished the Camino Frances.

Later I met up with Ivar, who runs the Camino Forum – we had a great chat – lovely guy.

Ivar MS

Scouting the Camino Portuguese as I’d done only made me more aware of how pilgrims  for centuries have made the pilgrimage from all over Europe – Portugal, Italy, Germany, even as far away as Russia -, forging their own “Ways” to come to this very special place – Santiago de Compostela.

Santiago Cross WS