Yoga has held my attention from a safe distance for some time now. But for some reason I always thought that to do it properly I’d have to trade coffee for green tea, start making my own granola, and possibly buy a Prius. Or at least a Subaru. And I like my Camaro you guys, A-N-D my coffee, in case you hadn’t noticed. Oh, for the record, I blame Liz Gilbert for this and a few other misconceptions.
Then the universe intervened.
My ten-four-good-buddy M Half encouraged her readers to explore Yoga for the month of October, and I was thrilled. Coupled with my October-long study of Proverbs 31, I am now due for total physical-spiritual rejuvenation by November One. R-A-D. No, I never exaggerate, why?
Anyhoo, I dove in, reading every word M offered the first few days, then finally trying a yoga session myself yesterday. I’d been meaning to do this for months already, and she provided me just the right boost!
Theeeennn she invited me to guest post on her blog to describe my experience as a Yoga Firsttimer, so join me right over here.