I love the idea of it. I love the idea of the tranquility of it. I love the idea of the mind-body connection - the meditative aspect of it. I like the idea of stretching and strength in one fun little package. I like the idea of increased flexibility, because honestly I have the flexibility of a hippopotamus.
I love the idea of a few friends heading off to where ever (the beach? a park?) mats in tow and busting out some yoga-doings with Mother Nature herself, then heading off to an eco-friendly, chill vibe, organic coffee shop for lattes (ok, the last part was me day dreaming of my favorite coffee shop. Really, if you're ever in Hali you have to check them out.)
My problem with yoga? I can't shut my darn head off to really reap the benefits. I'm good for about 8.3 seconds then my mind wanders to all the things I could be doing instead: scrub the floor, alphabetize my book shelf, walk the dog (I don't have a dog), watch paint dry....as "they" say: an idle mind is a dangerous thing.
I don't relax well: either physically or mentally. Massage therapists hate me because I can't just relax and let go. My chiropractor loves me for the same reason, I can't/don't just let go and give in to the process.
I want to like yoga. I really do. After several attempts I just don't. I want to be one of those yoga people, with the fun outfits and my funky mat and get my yoga on. My attempts at yoga, however, go a little something like what is decribed here.
I know a lot of people love yoga, and seem to reap the full realm of benefits from it. And it is those people I am slightly envious of. Around here it almost seems to be the going trend. Its like an elite club of yoga doing, red wine sipping, and sushi eating. Ok, the sushi I'm down with but the rest not so much. I wonder if there is a sushi eating club around? I should look into that. Perhaps I could start my own club?!
So there you go, I've said it: I really don't like yoga. I really want to like it, but I don't.
And really, I guess its OK that I don't. In the grand scheme of things I doubt my dying thought is going to be "dammit, I wish I had done more yoga."