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The most amazing thing happened in yoga class yesterday. (Not that I am prone to hyperbole, or not to suggest I am in any way some sage, disciplined, flexible yogi) I have been practicing yoga off and on since high school, when everyone was into “Be Here Now” and Savasana (corpse pose) from reading “The Tibetan Book of the Dead”. I don’t remember even calling it Yoga back then, we were doing the poses so we could Tracendentally Meditate. It certainly didn’t count as exercise. Back in the day, there was only one kind of yoga, which I guess now is Hatha Yoga, and someone might give a class once in a while at the library or the Y. It was certainly considered a little weird and hippy-ish. Now of course any gym has some yoga classes, plus there are all-yoga studios with many different styles and practices. The worst, and funniest, in my opinion in Bikram Yoga, affectionately known as Sweaty Yoga because you do the poses in a small room heated to sauna-like temperatures, 20 strangers sweating along together in Down Dog. |
