So what happens when you cross a 5,000-year-old discipline with a 500-page regulatory manual?
You hold a fierce chair pose, but your legs tremble not from exertion — but from the realization that you have flown 3 take-offs and landings in the last 90 days. If not, your “instrument rating” for navigating tricky chakras expires at midnight.
You flow between postures, but each movement requires a logbook entry. Every “cow” must be followed by an inspection of your lumbar spine for fatigue cracks. Maintenance release required before child’s pose.
And next time you’re in a yoga class, try this: When the instructor says “find your edge,” whisper back — “I’m waiting for my operational approval.”