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fantasy story of Rika Ikeda :
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ne night a week for nine months) and we are both pretty limber,
although not as limber as the teacher. Rika Ikeda was incredibly flexible but
a little too much into eastern mysticism for our taste. It's hard to
find a yoga teacher that doesn't debase the discipline by mixing it
with some mystical cosmic theory involving universal truth, beauty,
peace, harmony, virtue, and vegetarianism. Yoga could be defined as
exercise corrupted by morality. That's not why we quit, though. We
enjoyed it despite the incense and ceremony. Maybe I'm too midwestern.
I hate to keep blaming everything on my upbringing. Maybe this time it
was good old-fashioned narrow-mindedness. But just because I'm narrow-
minded doesn't mean the mysticism wasn't bullshit.
So anyway. There I was in a half-lotus and J strapped my shins
together so I was stuck that way: right ankle on top of left knee,
left ankle beneath right knee, two belts wrapped around several times
and buckled. Then, in some kind of weird symmetry, he strapped my
for
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