For years I've been telling myself that yoga is for girls and I've actually been believing it too. Since moving from Las Vegas I've been trying to get my mind back to it's normal stat, but couldn't seem to get there on my own. While talking to one of the trainers at the gym they suggested that I should try yoga to adjust my need to over workout at the gym. I reluctantly have been trying yoga and I have to say for the 1 hour of the day it works. I feel like it just me and my achy ass bones. We are one!
I've been going for a about 3 weeks strong now. It's a challenge every time for me. Some people in the classes look like they were born for yoga. I didn't think bodies were supposed to move like that at our ages, but theirs do and I'm a little jealous too. I try not to let my competitive side come out in the class, but I'm a man and that's what we do folks. I'll be damn if some 45 year old guy stretches his leg further than I do. I'll be damn if the pregnant lady to the side of me can stand on her head without support better than me. Yoga is a peaceful state of being for most people, not me. I'm just not there yet in my head, but I'm slowly getting there. One hip flex at a time.
At the end of class the yoga instructor asked a few pretty prominent question. She asks, "Are you living your life like you should or want to? Are you living your life like it's one continuous never ending life? If life never ended and you just came back as different forms of yourself, would you be happy with the footprints you're leaving behind?"
Just something to think about...