The Comforts of ‘Que Sera Sera’

Last Saturday turned out to be yet another failed attempt at a long run as Illiotibial band Syndrome continues to plague me. However, at the end of that not so wonderful afternoon, I had the pleasure of finally meeting an absolutely delightful person I had until then known only virtually. As we all know good company leads to good conversation, this meeting did not disappoint.  After a spectacular vegan falafel (with Jalapeno Mint chutney ofcourse) and me rambling to her about the uncertainty of my future career plans, I sighed and said ‘Que Sera Sera’

Why do I mention all this? Because I’m always fascinated at the origins of all of my thought processes. How did I get here? It’s like that time when your discussing how peanuts are actually legumes and you wonder how this topic came about when just one minute ago you were discussing travel plans to go hiking. Travel plan-> what food should I carry -> peanut butter flavored cliff bars -> Did you know peanuts are not really nuts? -> Really?!? -> Nope, they’re actually legumes -> Wow, the Kale Runner that’s fascinating. You’re really smart. Okay, okay, that last sentence didn’t happen. But I am smart I promise.

Anyway, on the one day I did not ride my bike to work, sitting on the CT2 bus got me thinking. Whenever I get stressed about my future career path, I always end it by saying ‘Que Sera Sera’, whatever will be, will be. It’s a liberating feeling saying those three words. Ahhhh, but ‘Whatever will be, will be’! Destiny decides and I play no role in this decision. It’s fascinating how the human mind works. Coping with it’s own stresses by creating this notion of destiny. Suddenly the pressure is not on you. It’s really like a shot of Cortisol for the brain.

I mean, I don’t deny there is an element of luck involved in everything. Everything is not really in your control. But luck isn’t this force that plans things for you. It’s really our lack of knowledge on the “other” factors that define the outcome of a task.

The outcome of any task can be predicted to high degree of accuracy if all the factors that contribute to it are known. Let’s take a coin toss. There’s a 50% chance it goes heads. Now if I know the initial conditions of the coin toss such as position, velocity and angular momentum, I can to a very high degree predict the eventual outcome and not give it a simple 50% chance. My point being, without all this information, coin tosses essentially become a matter of luck.

While ‘Que Sera Sera’ let’s me cope with the pressures of shaping my future, it essentially means I’m leaving it to luck or in this case destiny.  Random events between now and when I have the outcome would shape what career path I go down. Not very good science.

This essentially leads me to my main point about God. One of the biggest changes I noticed in my life, when I finally let go of the comforts of religion was that I finally had the power to shape the situations I was in. Previously at the first sign of trouble I turned to the big man upstairs to save me. As the Beatles wonderfully sung it, I ‘Let it be’. As most religions ask you to do, I surrendered. I essentially gave up and rolled a dice hoping for that double six.

Now that I’m wiser, or atleast I think I am, I stand up and think of ways to stack the odds in my favor. This mess is mine, and only I can actually fix it. The outcome may not always be favorable, but I sure as hell have increased my odds of success with this approach. One side effect I must warn you about is the lack of that cortisol shot for the mind, especially in times of failure. While others will have the comforts of thinking God did not have it in his or her will for them to be successful and that he or she has a plan for you, I’m perfectly okay with beating myself up and hoping I do better the next time. I make my own plans.

I will add that I will not condemn religion. I promise you I’m not playing it safe so as to not upset the person upstairs. I do this because as any good scientist should accept there’s always the possibility that one is ignorant about this issue. As Yuval Noah Harari aptly put in the book Sapiens –

“Modern science is based on the Latin injunction ignoramus – ‘we do not know’. It assumes that we don’t know everything. Even more critically, it accepts that the things that we think we know could be proven wrong as we gain more knowledge. No concept, idea or theory is sacred and beyond challenge.”

For now, I will go with what seems more logical. I will play the role of fate, prepare myself well and stack the odds in my favor to compensate for uncertainties. I won’t just ‘Let it be’. Time to enjoy the rest of this dreadfully rainy Tuesday sipping on some amazing Gingerbread Soy Cappuccino.

Good Vibes!

The Kale Runner (TKR)



Cape cod Trail Race – My first full marathon

It’s 12:30 p.m. Time to pack up the laptop. I just finished my poster presentation at the SPL25 symposium, spending the last 2 hours talking about Intraoperative Imaging in Neurosurgery. I was blessed to be doing what I love. I walk out and head past the Harvard Medical School building to enter my workstation at the Brigham and Women’s Hospital. Dam! I forgot to get a pair of jeans. I guess I’ll have to head to the pre race dinner in formals. I rushed to the bus station to catch my ride to Falmouth in Cape Cod.

I was nervous as hell. This was going to be my first 26 mile distance and my first trail race. No really, My first. I’d never run trails in training and the longest I’d run was 17 miles. To top that off the last couple of weeks I’d squeezed in a solitary 10 mile run. This was going to be painful.

I arrived a little past 6 to the dinner site. There were a ton of vegan options available. Oven baked potatoes (perfectly seasoned!) , pasta. We even got to hear from the legendary Geoff Smith, two time winner of the Boston Marathon ( marathon PB of 2:09:08 and PB for a mile at 3:55!). Not a bad evening. I sat next to a delightful old couple. Mind you, they seemed fitter then me. They were bikers, working on converting an old rail road into a bike path.  Dam I wish I’m that active when I’m at that age.


“Man imposes his own limitations, don’t set any” –Anthony Bailey. Geoff Smith(left), two time winner of Boston marathon.

Bib collected. Check. Lets head back to the hotel. After settling in, it was time for another checklist. Hydration bottle. Check . Gels and Lara bars. Check. Clothes and shoes. Check. ‘Eat and Run’ on the audible app. Check. I normally hate to wear headphones during my runs. I like the peace and quiet. Just me and my thoughts. Running was a time to meditate. But I knew, I’d need some extra help tomorrow. As one of the chapter titles reads, ‘Pain only hurts’! Bring it on.

Morning of the race. Jitters! “I’m not ready for this” I thought to myself. Why am I doing this. ‘Sometimes you just do things’ as Scott Jurek’s father always said to him. Pre-race stretching and off I went. No time for doubts.

I wanted to get there early, to cheer on the runners in the other distance categories, who would be starting earlier then the full marathon group. I know how much running a race can mean to someone and hopefully a few cheers lets them know how awesome they are for doing this.

5,4,3,2,1. We’re off. The course starts in an open field. A 1.4 mile loop and we’re back to the start point. Now we take a different course and start the 10 k loops. We’re heading towards the trees. It’s rather windy, which was a greater incentive to head for the covers. Hop over an unused rail track and into the ‘Jungle’. The first climb came. I’d read Emilie Forsberg once comment it’s better to walk the slopes than run it. The time you save running a hill is not much as you slow down. The energy you save walking is immense.

Now the trail narrowed to a one man path. Jumping over roots, boulders, running sudden downhills. Moving left, moving right. It felt exhilarating. There was primal pleasure in running a trail. A sense of freedom from the menial tasks of civilized life(As exciting as it is being in a Neurosurgical OR, it felt menial today). This was my first true trail run. I’d tried to mimic the feeling; running on the unpavemented parts near the Charles and around Fenway in Boston. This was nothing like that.   I was trying to avoid falling, my mind focused on calculating every step I took. Then, SMACK! I tripped. I got up almost as soon as fell. No time to stop. It wasn’t that bad. Should I check the wound? Maybe later. I knew I had to make up ground early on, as I would inevitably slow down towards the latter part of the race. Passing the aid stations and the medical camp. No need to stop right now. Back to the start. Loop 2. It helped knowing the course now. I knew what to expect. A couple of runners passed me by. I passed a few. It was nice seeing people now and then. A few words exchanged encouraging each other to keep moving forward. Then you’re back in solitude. Loop 3, let’s go.

“I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or i’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back” ― Jack White. At the starting point of the race(left) and somewhere in the woods at mile 22 ish, I think(Right)

A big shout out to the organizers and volunteers. They were always greeting you with a smile and words of encouragement. The aid stations were well stocked and the pre race dinner and breakfast had a ton of vegan options to. They really made it a fantastic experience

I quickly grabbed a few slices of oranges at an aid station, and in a hurry I missed a trail marker. A km later I realized I was off the trail, when I noticed some horses in a stable. That’s new. Turn back. ughhh!!! The trail was actually very well marked, but somehow I missed it.  (does the extra km make me an ultrarunner now!)

Loop 4 was slow, it involved a lot of walking and running. I finally see the finish, I start running fast.  Gotta finish strong. DONE!


“At mile 20, I thought I was dead. At mile 22, I wished I was dead. At mile 24, I knew I was dead. At mile 26.2, I realized I had become too tough to kill.” – Unknown. Me after completing the race. Did not think i’d be smiling or standing even!

In summary it’s a fairly flat course. There are a couple of steep incline’s but all of them pretty short. A good chunk of the course is on single trails, so having trail etiquette is important. Ask to pass runners, and let runners pass. It’s just polite.

Did I have this life changing experience running a full marathon? Maybe not. I’m glad at the progress I’ve made in a year and a half since I decided to go for a 10 km walk running for a whole minute somewhere in between. Trail running has got me excited though. I’m itching to give it a go again. I’m gonna try to head to the Middlesex Fells reservation this weekend, which is close to Medford. My journey back to the motel was accompanied by the same uber driver, who had dropped me to the race site. A war veteran he was a delightful man, who gave me a bottle of Gatorade and entertained me with some nice stories. I was promised a nice history lesson about America the next time I was in Falmouth. I’ll definitely be back. I hope to do the 50 K next year.

All in all, a super weekend. What were you upto?

Another Vegan Running Blog!!!

I thought of changing things up a bit.  Maybe make this a more productive blog!! You can catch some of my earlier posts, although i’m hoping to go down a different route with future posts. So here it goes, presenting to you, THE KALE RUNNER!!!

Who am I? 

I am an aspiring ultrarunner, vegan blogger, newbie doctor (Yes, the one that pays better, although I hope to get a PhD someday), and neuroscience researcher! I’m originally from Mumbai recently relocated to Boston; flipping through brains, hoping to make my way into a neurosurgical residency program eventually.

What’s this blog about?

Chronicling my amateur attempts at becoming an ultrarunner (marathoner first. Hopefully soon!), information on a vegan lifestyle, and maybe something brain.

Why running?

Let’s back track a little. I’ve been an obese kid, a fat teenager and a very obese adult. Rewind August, 2014. Hitting a low point in life, health wise and personally, I though it’d be a good idea to start running. I’d always been fascinated with the idea. I came across a post on facebook from someone about the Tahoe 200. A Two hundred mile trail race seemed bizarre. A marathon seemed ridiculous enough. Actively seeking motivation, I headed to the nearest book store looking for a guru. There, shinning back at me was ‘Dare to Run’ by Amit Sheth. It was a signed copy too. I remember going out that evening for a walk and completing a run for a full minute. Now 5 half marathons later, considerably lighter and training for my first marathon, I thought I’d start writing this.

Why Vegan?

It was a video about the egg industry that got me thinking about animal farming. Up until, having grown up a vegetarian, I hadn’t really given any thought to the idea that my food choices may be causing a great deal of suffering. Then there came environmental impacts and health benefits. I read ‘Eat and Run’ by Scott Jurek, heard talks by Peter Singer, watched Forks over Knives and Cowspiracy. I’ll elaborate in detail in future blog posts.

Currently, I’m training for my first full marathon. I’m planning on writing a few posts on how I got here and a few posts on what my training aims to be like.

Like any sensible person who gives advice, I must add,

“The contents of this website such as text, graphics, images, and other material contained on the website (“Content”) are for informational purposes only and do not constitute medical advice; the Content is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment.  Always seek the advice of a physician or other qualified health provider with any questions you may have regarding a medical condition. Never disregard professional medical advice or delay in seeking it because of something you have read on this website” .

Wait. I am a doctor. STILL always consult YOUR doctor. You are NOT my patient.

I’m experimenting with a Whole foods plant based diet ( In addition to being vegan, I try to cook most times without oil, sugar and salt. Really it’s not that tough and it’s a whole lot tastier) courtesy some great tips from some amazing people I’ve met in Boston and ofcourse having purchased the Instantpot, which makes cooking so much easier!

Next post – Dealing with that four letter word every runner hates. Stay tuned.


Running is like mouthwash; if you can feel the burn, it’s working!!

That’s a quote by Brian Tackett. It’s true though. If your feeling too good during a race your just not pushing yourself hard enough.

We’ve all had that. I’ve not quite gotten to a fell marathon yet or an ultra but I’ve had my share of tough races. Like the first time I decided to run 19 Km almost a year ago. It felt brutal. Grossly overweight, Mumbai’s sun in all it’s glory on my 9th round of Mahalaxmi Racecourse where there’s nothing to protect you from the heat. It felt good, especially given I had my first ever half marathon race coming up in 2 weeks. That moment on I knew I could ‘Run’ my half marathon.

Then there was my first attempt at a full marathon training run. Given how cocky I’d gotten with the ease with which I was going about my 13.1 miles I thought this would require just a ‘LITTLE’ more effort. I hit the ‘WALL’ at 26 km, crawled on till 30. Stop!!!

Run when you can, walk when you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.
-Dean Karnazes

It’s funny how you wanna keep punishing yourself, just to move a little bit further. Nature’s trigger for an endorphin release.

For something to hurt that bad, and feel so good, it’s just inexplicable.
– Adam Goucher, NCAA Cross Country Division 1 Individual Champ – 1998

All these lines are nice to read but should definitely come with disclaimer. Don’t get too messed up in all that motivation. That’s precisely what happened a couple of weeks ago. I decide to take on the Chilly Half  Marathon in the beautiful town of Newton, Massachusetts. Nothing compares to an Autumn run. The view of leaves falling almost forming a carpet across the grass, with those that are fortunate enough to still be hanging onto the trees turning a nice color of red. Then there’s the cold wind blowing across keeping you comfortable during those long runs. It’s truly a magical time. Mind you, watch out for the leaves, they make for a slippery surface.

Presuming this would be the last race of the year, all braced for the famous Boston winter, I’d prepared really well. A training 21 km two weeks out from the race ended in disaster. The ever inspiring words of all those great runners kept ringing through my head when I felt the tweak in my ankle. ‘Keep running’. You can’t give up now.

Ofcourse walking became difficult the next day. An ankle sprain wasn’t allowing me to train. 5 days on I got impatient with no training. An extra hard cardio session at the gym resulted in patellar tendonitis now.

From then on I dared not train for fear of missing out on the race completely.

Race day was finally here. It was an absolute torture. From mile one my knee hurt. I kept slowing down to try and find a pace and stride that inflicted the least amount of pain. The downhills were especially painful. I vividly remember at around mile 10 stood someone with a sign which read ‘Don’t worry it’s all downhill from here’. I’m sure that’s motivation enough for anyone to hit top speed. I cringed.

Well I finished the race. Hal Higdon’s famous words came to mind as I struggled with stairs and walking in general over the next few days.

The difference between the mile and the marathon is the difference between burning your fingers with a match and being slowly roasted over hot coals.

The shock like sensation I’d get everytime my knee locked up still flashes through my head. I remember refusing to stop at the aid stations for water, just because it was so painful to stop and start running again.

Was it worth it? Hell yes. Was it a wise decision to run? Hell no. I could have seriously injured myself. Would I do it again? I don’t know.

This is your moment. Celebrate the pain. 

As I sit and plot my training schedule for my next race, I smile reading this line. Enjoy your run!


“This is the day I take my life back”. 2 years on Bostonstrong

So with the recently concluded Boston Marathon, I’ve been glued to the internet to read about every possible article that could inspire me to one day take on the dreaded Heartbreak Hill. One read in particular did just that. The runner in question is Rebekah Gregory. She was one of the unfortunate people to have been injured in the Boston Marathon bombing. Having injured her left leg, and 16 reconstructive surgeries later she finally underwent an amputation. This year she ran the last few miles of the race, on her prosthetic leg, after being advised not to run the whole course by her doctors, for fear of damaging her still healing leg.

This is what she posted on her facebook page ” Today is the day I say goodbye to what is holding me back, and I reclaim my life. And man is it a good feeling. Life was never promised to be easy but guess what? That’s okay. Because when we find that silver lining in the toughest of places, it always seems to be worth it. And sometimes that may mean making tough decisions to get rid of what is holding us back. But I’m here to tell you that when that happens.. the possibilities are endless.”

These people are not your comic book legends. Not Superman, or Iron man. These people  are much bigger than that. These are your everyday heroes. And every once in a while they come along to remind us the strength of human will. Adversity does not slow them down, it pushes them to cross the finish line even faster.

For how long will such terrorism continue. No one side is wrong. I know you can’t clap with only one hand. ‘But you killed our people so we kill yours’ is simply not the answer. Two wrongs never make a right.

Too many such crimes have happened in the name of religion/political agenda, that I’ve begun to question the existence of a God who lets this happen. The world needs more tolerance. At some point innocent people need to stop being the target of such atrocious acts. The answer simply lies in ‘Live and Let Live’. I wish it were that easy.

Something on the lines of what Gandhi said, ” A leg for a leg would leave the world wheel chair bound”

Rebekah Gregory is just one such example of the 260 odd people that were injured in the blast and thousands more in other such incidents. They show us the insignificance of our daily problems. No matter how tough life gets, there’s always a way to move forward.

This is what she wrote a few days earlier “This time I wont be laying on the ground in pieces, or having to be assisted because I can’t do things on my own. This time, the only thing hitting the ground will be my running shoe, as I show myself and the rest of the world that I am back, stronger than ever , and there is NO stopping me now.”

I couldn’t find a more appropriate time to say this phrase than now. ‘You Go Girl!’

More info about her here.

The reason behind “the insanity”

Why do I run?

I’ve asked myself this question way to many times in the last few months. No fitting answer. The best so far; it makes me feel good. Maybe not good. Hours of pounding on mainly concrete roads doesn’t allow for the word good. It rather makes me feel free. Liberated even.

There’s plenty of reasons people run.

Number one, getting fit. That’s mainly why I started running. At close to a 100 kgs and a high blood pressure, I was pretty close to heart disease in my future. An 18 kg weight loss and normal blood pressure came as a result of running. So yes. I did run to get in shape.

Number two, Accomplishment. Getting personal bests year after year. A podium finish for the more talented lot. Even simply finishing the Comrades ultramarathon for recreational runners. ( I’m sure there’s nothing recreational about training for this race). So yes, those ever fancy medals waiting at the finish lines and those magical numbers blinking on my GPS devices did make me want to run.

Number three, proving yourself wrong. Ever thought running wasn’t for you. You just weren’t made for that kind of stuff. Thought the idea of running 10 kms itself warranted admission to a mental asylum, let alone 42 kms. So begins the training. Yes I did run to prove a point to myself.

You notice how I said “I did” for all these three reasons. Not that I don’t anymore. A runners body, those fancy medals and completing my first ultra to prove a point are right up there as motivational factors, but aren’t primary drivers. So why do I run then?

The answer came to me in a video I saw recently. An interviewer asks Lizzy Hawker ( an endurance athlete). ” Do you ever stop running?” Her answer was pure gold. “No, it’s better to be moving… always moving”. Seems silly right.

It brought me back to one of the regular morning training sessions that me and dad set out for at the Mahalaxmi racecourse. At the end of 6 laps amounting to 13.2 km we decide to stop. Dad and me have time this particular morning, so he decides to get a foot massage at the ground (Wow right! There’s an area set up for that). Not particularly sore, I skipped the massage and thought i’d enjoy a slow walk in the meantime. Extra calories burnt! A minute into the walk, I feel frustrated at moving so slowly. Walking seemed so boring. I was tired, but the motion of just walking seemed so slow. So I start running for 2 km just because running seemed so much more relaxing. It happens all the time. I’m walking somewhere and I get this urge to start running. Even running on a treadmill doesn’t seem that satisfying. The idea of not moving seems gruesome. Having cut down on training due to exams coming up, most of my long runs have been spontaneous because I get this urge to run. 26 kms not to train, not to get in shape but because I enjoy it. I’ve truly found something I’m passionate about.

I think North Face, has a profoundly meaningful slogan. ” Never Stop exploring”. I don’t think it’s only limited to physically exploring the world and it’s beauty. I’m sure that’s wonderful too. But mentally also, never stop exploring! You never know what passion you might uncover, what self-limitations you might conquer. Next up for me, trail running!

Countless people have tried to figure out what really makes endurance athletes. There’s even so much scientific research on this topic. Some even think it’s spiritual. For now, I think I’m happy with my answer. I run, simply because it’s fun.

P.S. The video I was talking about. Check it out here.

Old is NOT always Gold


So for those of you who don’t know me, I am a freshly graduated Doctor from Mumbai. For those of you who do, well; skip the first line. I recently returned from a Neurosurgical Conference in Gurgaon, a city in the northern part of India. During the discussion, which was largely based on the use of intraoperative imaging in neurosurgery, I observed one thing. Man is, and has always been resistant to change. Now, Darwin might beg to differ, after all we survive because we adapt to change quite well, but you get my point. I see this especially in India where the attitude is that “itne salo se chal raha hai, badal ne ki koi jarurat nahi hai” which translates to ” it’s been going on for so many years, why bother changing”. Technology is not embraced as willingly as it should. What does this have to do with my conference? See this argument came up at one point, where someone said, the introduction of better imaging capabilities has led to the downfall in clinical diagnosis. In the past, neurosurgery was done purely on clinical diagnosis. This meant you had to be very good at picking up subtle hints from patients. But today the role of clinical medicine is rapidly declining. That’s not to say it’s a vital step. I can’t imagine a Doctor asking for investigations without getting a rough clinical impressions. But, let’s say I am equal to the medical legends of the past, would you still let me operate on you simply based on a weakness in a muscle without imaging you. I hope not. When a surgeon is operating using, what is today’s trend of minimally invasive surgery, wouldn’t you rather have him see in real time with the help of images or a navigation system (which is widely used in neurosurgery, similar to the technology used by drones to self navigate themselves) where he is at in the patients brain and how he should proceed. People in the past were excellent at distinguishing normal tissue from abnormal but they weren’t perfect. There was still a high level of error and morbidity. Let’s face it, the human eye is only capable of telling you so much.

Then comes the argument that when for whatever reason this technology is not available today’s doctors struggle. I don’t see where this argument is going. The debate should be on why this technology is not available rather then what the doctors shortfalls are. So yes, at the cost of being rubbish without gizmos, i’d rather be the best with some. In the 1920’s when William Bovie invented the electric cautery to help with bleeding during surgery, procedures were routinely performed without it. It would be unthinkable today to do a procedure without one. Does that mean residents should be trained to operate without one in case it’s not “available”. I can’t see that happening unless the apocalypse hits. Then again, if it does,I doubt much of surgery will take place.

This got me thinking. There is this notion that in the old times there was less disease, people were much more healthier, so we should do what they did. That is incomplete logic. It’s like the logical fallacy post hoc ergo prost hoc ( after this therefore because of this). Firstly, people had disease. Probably more than today’s world. They lived shorter. There’s an argument that heart disease and the dreaded C weren’t as prevalent in the older times as they are today. Who said it wasn’t? How many blood samples were collected for testing 200 years back? How many deaths were attributed to the Gods rather than simple heart failure? So modern technology has it’s own problems like bringing obesity and back pains and cancer due to radiation exposure. But the age old times people died of stomach infections, pneumonia and wound infections far more than people die today. Yes, maybe diet and lifestyle was better back then and there is certainly value to ancient Indian medicine, but unless we can prove how it works and more importantly IF it really works, i’d rather bet my life on a doctor saving me then a potion promising to cure me of cancer. Again, I’m not of the belief today’s medicine is flawless. It certainly is far from it. It’s a continuous learning branch of science. We haven’t figured out everything. Ancient medicine has a lot of answers which we don’t have and it certainly has given a lot of answers to modern medicine, but blindly saying that in our times we used to take a mixture of this to cure malaria so I’ll skip the drugs, seems ridiculous to me.

Let’s take another aspect of my life. Running. In the past, if you want to be a good runner, you run fast and run hard and work your ass off. It still certainly holds true today, but now it’s about adjusting your training. There’s fartlek, interval runs, tempo runs, hill repeats and so on. You do core strength exercises and stretches. It’s a fact people are getting faster and running longer today. Science has helped with that. If I say, all this is rubbish. To be a good runner, I have to just run, i’ll never beat the world record for a marathon( haha not to say that if I train properly I will). There’s a global movement for barefoot running. Now i’m not saying it’s bad. But it also has it’s own variety of problems. Cushioned shoes in the market today might not be the answer, but simply dismissing it and moving to barefoot running because that’s how our ancestors ran is certainly not. Unless you can prove scientifically that it’s better, i remain a skeptic. The day that’s done, I’m all game for it.

Yes. The things from our past were certainly good. Look at the benefits Yoga has brought to the world. But change is good and embracing improvements shouldn’t be this hard. We learn from the past and try to improve on it. Iphone 3 was better than the 2. Iphone 7 may not be better than the 6. But to continue using an iphone 6 for your whole life because it worked for you at one point and to say, “that’s what everybody used at that time” is hindering progress. My argument isn’t against ancient methods, it’s about trying to understand what was better then and what is better today?

What do you think?