I am a gym-class-hater. In my 20s I tried many organized gym classes – aerobics, aerobic dance, step aerobics. I got to a point where I had to walk away. For good.
Then comes yoga, which I originally scorned with equal pleasure as I did spinning and zumba. “Ah, those sheep, clamoring towards the latest thing! Why can’t they get their exercise the old fashioned way, through an active lifestyle!” I dripped and oozed with superiority.
I do that well. I often need to eat my words.
One day while my kids warmed up for a golf tournament, an older man finished smacking his bucket of balls and sat down next to me. Over the next 20 minutes we chatted, first about the local Junior Golf program, then about the amazing flexibility of youth. The man told me he was 82 years old, and happily able to play golf at his age because of… yes… yoga! He waxed poetic about its benefits, allowing him a full golf swing, as well as confidence at his age in his equilibrium and balance in general.
And then, the kicker: have you seen yoga clothes? They are usually very tight fitting, but they are oh, so fashionable!
The catalog that sends me into daydreams of breathing, chanting and holding some
convoluted stretching pose: Athleta. Oooh la la those clothes are fine!
Will they drive me to return to organized exercise, however?
I think not. Instead, I will buy my yoga clothes, and wear them at home in place of my jorts. Fashion advice: tight fitting yoga clothes on anything less than a surgically-manicured body really should be for private viewing only.