In an effort to prolong my life,
advance good health and deceive my body into thinking it remains invulnerable
to the ravages of age, I have for some years now been a devotee of yoga.
Yoga, for the
uninitiated, is an ancient exercise regimen that originated in India as a way
to achieve balance, flexibility and a sense of wellbeing long before big
pharmaceutical companies figured out how to do the same thing even faster with
prescription drugs.
Yoga takes its
name from the Sanskrit words “yo,” meaning “to bounce or stretch,” and “ga,”
meaning “muscle,” and is generally translated as: “Wow, I had no idea I could
strain myself in such a way that my entire body hurts when I simply blink my
eyes.”
The popularity of yoga in the United States in recent years is generally attributed
to the fact that it helps participants unwind from stress and remove themselves from the crunch of time, with most classes lasting from sixty minutes to an
hour, whichever comes first. There are many types of yoga, including Hatha,
Vinyasa, Iyengar, Eeyore, Bilbo and Kardashian (also known as “hot yoga”), but
they all share common philosophical ground, which is usually about $15 an hour,
or $12 per on a monthly plan.
