Last January my husband was encouraged by a friend to join a yoga class at the gym where we exercise. I went along out of curiosity and was amazed to find that it was a class of all men. Since then the class has balanced out with an equal number of men and women but I felt like a pioneer the first few classes until some other women joined us.
When I first started doing yoga I was in awe of the instructor who seemed to float easily from one pose to another while describing to us where and how to place our various body parts. I put my mat in the far back corner of the room where I ungracefully stumbled, creaked, groaned, struggled and gasped to place my body parts in the near-impossible positions that she was describing. The instructor was infinitely patient in helping me learn how to adapt my body to the moves.
Today in class I realized with surprise that I, too, was beginning to move smoothly through the positions with some semblance of grace and ease. I relaxed and enjoyed the class immensely!
Who says ya can't teach old dogs new tricks?? Or yoga poses??
"Workshop reminder: Lindale Texas"
17 hours ago