Friday, April 29, 2011


I first got hooked on Yoga when we lived in Center City Philadelphia.  There was a class every Saturday morning on the top floor of our apartment building.  It was so convenient I couldn't pass it up.  I envisioned a serene class of stretching and quiet breathing. Wow was I mistaken.  In my first class I felt like I had become a human pretzel.  I could hardly move the next day from the soreness in muscles I never knew I had, but I loved everything about it!  I loved all the cool names each pose had, like Sun Salutation, Happy Baby, Lunging Warrior and Cobra.  I loved that it was so hard, I couldn't think about all the clutter in my head.  I had to simply focus on getting my body into the pose.  I left class sore but refreshed and rejuvenated.  

Now that I live in the suburbs, I miss being able to walk upstairs and enter the world of Yoga.  I have taken a few classes off and on.  I even had the chance to take a class with my husband while we were in India. (It was really funny to see my husband trying to be flexible!)  But unfortunately Yoga is not a regular habit for me anymore.  I'm sure I know enough poses to  practice on my own, but for some reason I don't.  Why don't I make the time for something that I enjoyed so much?



  1. I've heard that Yoga's fantastic but haven't yet tried it. Tried Pilates, and that was fun. Hmm, may check out if there are any Yoga classes near me.

  2. There are a lot of things I don't take the time for that I enjoy. Hiking is one of them

  3. The solution to your problem is "Wii yoga" - always ready when you are.