Ohhhh yoga. I’ve had mostly a hate-hate relationship with it.
And yes I realize that hate is like the worst possible word you could use to relate to yoga. Then we’ve got the man of our house who is a total yoga snob. He only goes to Moksha. He’s completed two 30 day yoga challenges. He’d go more but it’s just not in the budget. I tried Moksha hot yoga but it was just not for me. I’ve tried yoga at home. Everyone loves yoga, how could I not?
Goodness knows I could use the zen-ness. Yoga should be mandatory for all university students (especially ones of the “mature” variety).
Yesterday I finally found MY yoga. They offer yoga classes at my gym but I’ve never gone. Every once in a while I get a bright idea to attend a class (like when I somehow convinced Brad to go to Zumba) even though all I really want to do is free weights. I walked in to class so unsure what to expect. Most of the other attendees were in their 60′s, probably some in their 70′s. The instructor was in that age group as well.
Joint problems? Limited mobility? These are my people. It was a very gentle class. The emphasis was on stretching and not the sequence of poses. When the class ended I was shocked that the hour had gone by so fast. Every other time I’ve been to yoga I was trying to think of ways to escape early.
It was just what I needed yesterday. NOW I finally get what all of the fuss is about
Do you yoga? Or have you yet to find your place in it? Do you go to class or do you do it at home?