Yoga

I used to be a yoga skeptic now I am a yoga addict. I am the first to admit that I am a hypocrite. Because I used to freely bash yoga. Oh my, how things have changed in my brain.

My first experience was in college when I had a co-worker who was a bit of a free spirit. She gave me a VHS with a yoga workout on it. It was to help my back. Needless to say it had some sun salutes and some gentle stretching on it. Not much of a work out for someone who is used to running. So I quickly quit using it.

Then I tried a power yoga class at 24hr. Whoa! craziness, it was too much and too intimidating.

Then when I was a gym rat after I had my kids I would watch the people coming out of the yoga class and I would judge. Especially the guy who wouldn’t put his shoes back on and he would wander around the gym barefoot, Yuck! I didn’t attempt any of the classes because the babysitting at the gym was usually too full during yoga classes.

I went to a couple of yoga classes with my mother in law and learned it was a pretty cool workout. It got my curiosity peaked but I didn’t do much until I moved up on the hill. Then when reading our local gossip paper, I mean newspaper, I saw that a new yoga studio had opened around the time we moved up. The Twisted Cow, it had me interested, it took me several weeks to get up the courage to go to a class. It was great! I told my new friend Misty about it and she joined me. Soon our teacher Kerri had her hands full with a couple of yoga junkies.

Needless to say right about the time I was getting really addicted Jerry went back to full duty. His regular schedule is hit and miss for me to make it to class. I do depend on him because somebody’s got to watch the kids. I started missing my class and my evening away. So now I am trying everything I can to keep up my yoga practice at home, DVD’s, the Fit channel, practice what I have learned in class, and books.

I still am addicted to running, however with the lack of a gym staffed with baby sitters, I run less often. I think I am making up for it with my yoga practice. I can do yoga at home in the living room while Hannah naps. Since James has long ago given up the nap, he usually spends time with me doing his own version of yoga.

I can tell I am an addict because I am constantly thinking about it and I can’t wait to learn more and to become stronger and more graceful.