What I Would do if I Understood Yoga

By this point in my life, you would be surprised to know how many people have told me to get into yoga. At a minimum I can include:

-One doctor
-Two voice teachers
-One roommate

Long story short, I have a score of health problems that these people seem to believe will be magically solved by going to yoga periodically. Are you depressed? Go to yoga! You have chronic pain? Go to yoga!

Anyway, I tried it for the second time today and found it quite relaxing even if I was probably the most clueless person in the room. By far.

If I understood yoga, I would:

1. Understand what all of these strange terms mean. Go into the cobra! Go into the climbing tree! Go into child's pose! Go into the toddler! (Insert Laura looking blankly around at other people to try to understand what the heck these strange code words mean)

2. (hopefully) be more flexible.

3. Know what the heck that random word they say at the end of the session is. It isn't English, I promise you. I'm assuming at has to do with whatever yoga originates from, but, seriously... every time I sing in Italian, I don't end by shouting "Spaghetti! Pizza!".

4. Bring millions of towels. Hot yoga had me dripping.

5. Be less frightened when I walked into a dark room to see dozens of people lying like corpses in a graveyard. Or else just looking like a brainwashed cult. And breathing like zombies. Really, if you actually pay attention to what goes on in there, it's horror movie worthy.

I'm not as anti-yoga as it may seem from this post. I actually liked it a lot! However, it is a little bit strange for someone who's new to this cult... I mean... exercise form.

-Laura