What's the point of a bucket list if it doesn't involve a real challenge? And let me tell you wrapping my legs around my head is a real challenge indeed. Oh, the pain - the torture. And everyone else in the yoga class is sitting there looking so composed, so - mindful. The tranquility wrecked by the regular squawks as I tweak another muscle or collapse in a heap. Then there's that hot guy that talks about Tantric something or other. I came here to clear my mind and now I'm obsessed, obsessed I'm telling you. I fear this is not going to end well.