I have always had a love / hate relationship with Yoga. It seems like something that I ought to do, and have often resolved to do more of, but don't truly enjoy. When it comes to exercise, running is really my only love, maybe because of the sense of freedom it brings - I've always relished the feeling of leaving my house and feeling like I could run, run, run as far away as I needed to go, just on the strength of my legs and feet. (Note the "feeling like"... not sure how far I could get, these days). Whereas yoga... confined indoors, a ticking clock, shaking uncomfortably on a sticky mat as I hold my body in an awkward position for an awkward amount of time... it's never brought the same pleasure. In fact, about a year ago I told myself that I officially gave myself permission to never go to another yoga class in my life, and I felt pretty great about that.
And yet, here I am, back at it. Why? Well, I've been feeling rather inflexible lately, rather creaky. I haven't been running nearly as much as I used to, and I don't want to run as much as I used to, but I want to stay in shape. I want to have good posture. I can't afford pilates. I need more inner calm.