On the phone with my sister a while back, she told me she was heading to yoga class with her pal. I scoffed. Yoga is for pansies. You won’t even break a sweat. The first time I ever did it, my arms buckled on downward dog. My legs could not bear my weight with all that lunging and holding in crazy contorted positions. Isometric exercising is no joke. Three months later, I’m still wobbly, but it’s so calming and challenging, I keep going back. I rescind my pooh-poohing of yoga. I break a sweat.
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