Whatthehellasana, or How I Learned to Love Yoga
I’m going to let you in on a little secret…when I first started yoga back in 2000, I hated it. I mean, I really despised it. What the f*#k is a Sun Salutation, and why the f*#k do I have to do so many of them? And why does that guy next to me sound like Darth Vader having an asthma attack? Why are they chanting—do they even know what they’re saying? Are we singing now? Yep, we’re singing—why are we singing?
Each time I tried a class or VHS (yep, dating myself here), I finished the practice feeling dissatisfied, and even angry. I’m not sure why I stuck with it. My stubbornness is legendary (ask my mother), but if I hate something, I’m not generally inclined to keep at it.
But I did. There was something about yoga that spoke to me, although I couldn’t identify what was speaking to me at the time. But eventually, something changed. I learned to love the atom bomb—yoga, that is. I found teachers that resonated, and styles that felt right to my body. I learned to let go and honor my body and where it’s at that day. And later, I found myself …read more
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