|Sometimes you’ve just got to Yoga. Picture: mackenziestudebaker.com|
There are three things about me you should know: I’m horribly uncoordinated, unable to balance, and visibly uncomfortable around people I don’t know and new situations.
That’s why I decided to give yoga a go. Because, you know, when in Rome… or California.
Long story short – our
trainer, instructor, yoga and meditation extraordinaire Mackenzie (her website says teacher, but I’m all about taking liberties) was an absolutely lovely person who wasn’t at all “crunchy”, and had a good dose of the ‘laugh-at-yourself’ attitude.
Mackenzie mentioned that she was running a series of night yoga and meditation classes at a studio and I figured it was time to bite the bullet.
You already know that I’m sporting some stellar distance running injuries and my hips are basically being held together with elastic bands and magic. My physio had already given me the yoga green light MONTHS ago, but I was too chicken to take the plunge.
I think this may be the closest I’ve come to feeling like a Californian. I drive home afterwards and have the best sleep. Plus I always feel great on my run the next day.
And that’s how I became a yoga convert.
Check out Mackenzie’s latest workshops here.
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