As I hung out in some modified headstand with my feet resting on a foldable chair, my mind wandered to my yoga journey: the beginning, how far I’ve come, and where I’m heading next.
Let’s begin even before yoga entered my life: I was a fat kid. I hated gym. I spent recess begrudgingly playing (American) football with my friends and avoiding the ball like the plague, or more comfortably, chatting with the gurls on the swings or the playground (#gayforeshadowing). The point is, I never found my voice to express myself physically…until the Wii Fit entered my life.
Did I mention I’m a huge fucking nerd? So it should come as no surprise that in the summer after freshman year of college, I was introduced to the world of yoga by way of a video game. Yes, the poses were very simple (and not even connected via flow), but the seed was planted. I was incepted.
Over the next 9 years, yoga would play a minor, but recurring role in my life. In phases where I was actually mindful of my physical self, yoga became a way to tone, sweat, and stretch my body. Whether it was in my room watching my favorite 30 minute “Yoga Sculpt with Maura Barklay” vid, a free class in downtown Vancouver’s Lululemon store, or on the banks of the Delaware River in Philly on the Race Street Pier, yoga was the one physical exercise that I could actually get into.
Ok that’s enough for now, I’ll finish this post over another cocktail another time. Next up: how far I’ve come.
P.S. I’ve always wanted to start a blog post with that song lolllllll