Embracing Imperfection on the Mat: My Yoga Journey at 62!
At 62, I decided to embark on a journey that many would call brave, others foolish, and some, downright hilarious — I took up yoga.
Yes, you read that right.
Picture this: a 62-year-old with the flexibility of a dried-up twig, stepping onto the yoga mat for the first time, armed with nothing but a can-do attitude and a slightly warped sense of humor.
The Call to Adventure
It all started one fateful afternoon, as I sat on my comfy couch, crumbs from my mid-afternoon snack artfully scattered around me.
I stumbled upon a YouTube video of a serene-looking individual twisting into poses that seemed to defy the laws of physics.
Intrigued and slightly overconfident, I thought, “How hard can it be?” Famous last words, my friends.
The Reality Check
My first encounter with a Level 1 Hatha Yoga class was humbling, to say the least.
The instructor, a nimble, soft-spoken sprite of a woman, started with what she called “simple poses.” Simple? More like Mission Impossible!
Every time she said, “Now gently move into the pose,” my body seemed to laugh in response. “You’ve got to be kidding,” became my mantra…
