It was 2005 before I ever gave yoga a thought. I had just
graduated from college and reached out to a sophomore professor of mine.
Of course, email wasn’t enough and we wanted to catch up.
“Where? When?” I asked. And Suzy immediately replied with, “Yoga—my class. Then
eggs and tomatoes.”
So I met her on a Saturday morning for my first experience
with asanas and mindful breath, with this thing yoga that I’d heard of in
passing but never read about, never tried. And by the end of class, elated is the
best word to say how I felt. Marveling and wondering how such a seemly simple
thing could leave me feeling calm yet invigorated, relaxed yet energized.
When our steaming plates of scrambled eggs arrived to the table,
Suzy said, “Well?”
Since then, yoga has been a part of me. And though I’ve had
to change classes, teachers and studios as jobs took me to different parts of
town, I’ve found that—even on a mat in my spare bedroom—in yoga there is much
to love.
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