Yoga

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?


Kathy