The first time I tried yoga, I don’t think I ever I ever hated something with such vitriol. It was a morning class I took my junior year of college to fulfill my physical education requirement. I thought that it would be a refreshing way to start my day. Plus it was “only” yoga, the sport of choice for mommy bloggers across America. If they could do it, so could I. After all, how hard could an hour of basic stretching two times a week be?
As it turns out, pretty damn hard. I learned the hard way that while yoga might look easy (and you can make it easy if you’re lazy and stick to the simple poses), it isn’t all breathing deeply and feeling zen. Insert derisive laugh here. If only… Continue reading Dr. Ashtanga: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Downward Dog