There are about 100 reasons I love yoga. These are the top ten:
1. Yoga clothes. Stretchy, comfy, non-binding, mildly-flattering. Say no more.
2. Awesome pose names. When my sister and I were little, we used to make up words by putting syllables together and saying them confidently, as if they were words. Our best combos? Plib-doo, snib-wad, dil-do. Yoga brings me back to my childhood roots, with words like hanumanasana, eka pada rajakapotasana and dwi pada viparita dandasana (Upward Facing Two-Foot Staff Pose, if you must know.)
3. Being with myself. It's an hour and a half where I don't have to think about anything but whether my foot is in alignment with my knee. Or if the stretch in my shoulder feels good or not.
4. Having a bodily sense of humor. I've been lucky to have yoga instructors who are not serious downers. They've all been very gentle, friendly, easy women (hey! not that kind of easy!) who take their own practice with a grain of salt, and encourage us to take ours that way.
5. Connecting with Lisa. She's my yoga buddy. Going without her feels different. Not bad different, but I like it better when she's there.
6. Dedicating my practice to something. My instructor encourages us to take a moment at the beginning of class to pick something to dedicate the next 90 minutes to. I don't know if I'm supposed to think about my dedication for the next 90 minutes (I rarely do), but I like the idea that the universe is responding to my issue -- kind of like the Prayers for the People that we did growing up in the Episcopal church. But way less Jesus-y. I've dedicated my practice to forgiveness, to Lisa, to my future boyfriend, wheresoever he is...
7. Did I mention the yoga clothes? I've lost my ability to dress like a professional.
8. Savasana. Corpse pose. Basically, laying on the floor, dead-like for 10-15 minutes. Letting thoughts come and go. Wrapped in a blanket, rewarding myself for taking the time for myself.
9. Using my mat. I've had it for a hundred years and only recently started using it. Now I feel better about the space it takes up in my apartment.
10. Being done with yoga. There's this nice, rubber noodle feeling afterwards. Like I'm in a warm broth of happiness, relaxation, and peace. And what am I wearing? Yoga clothes. Say no more.