Ta Da! Welcome to Yoga…
It brings a smile to my face when I think about my first yoga class: the room was on fire, my yoga clothes were too tight and I couldn't catch my breath.
After a few months of accidentally dehydrating my body (I wasn't drinking enough water to support the sweat), I knew I needed a change. A friend of mine convinced me to try another style of yoga, which was completely different from what I was used to. She was in very good shape, so I thought this could be a promising shift.
Unaware of what I was getting myself into, I decided to drop into a class, mid-enrollment. After doing yoga once a week for two months, I was an expert—right?
Ha! What a joke!
I had no idea what I was in for: quad-burners, back-crushers, hamstring-screamers, arm-killers and Darth Vader breathing.
Where was I?
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MAGICAL MOMENTS OF YOGA