I don’t mean to burst bubbles, but your flexibility doesn’t mean much. I can tie the stereotypical 3 sessions-a-week yogi into a pretzel but I wouldn’t trust him to run a 5 kilometre mini marathon without getting a stitch. Nor to deadlift more than his bag of ethically sourced almond flour. Yogis have always seemed to me like the wacky-waving-inflatable-arm-flailing-tube man from Family Guy. Legs, limbs and Lululemons flying about without any intelligent sense of motor control, joint stability or above all, strength.