If Yoga Were a Guy… (My Exercise Evolution cont’d)
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It’s been over a month. I don’t know why, but I let stressful times keep me away when there are crises in my family and stress at work. Then my shoulders get all these knots. I really shouldn’t stay away. Yet, coming back is a sweet homecoming. The music and the essential oils beckon me and make me feel welcome. Despite my tense body, I never feel guilt. So I imagine yoga is this sweet guy with a Barry White voice, telling me, “Hey babe, the door’s always open. So glad you’re here. You’ll be glad you came back.”
Let me honest, I have no idea what he’d look like, except that he’d be fit and his hair would be out of his eyes. He’d be wearing a light colored short-sleeved t-shirt, and yoga pants. Okay, maybe not yoga pants, but those long, lightweight pants that yogis wear. If yoga were a guy, he would:
*Not notice the few pounds I’ve gained
*Not state the obvious, that my muscles would not be so tense if I just made sure to show up even during the taxing times, and I would not have gotten sick if I used the yoga to help me destress and stay healthy
*Play a lot of Dave Matthews, you know, for atmosphere. That, and whatever else he seems to play that relaxes me so.
*Keep those candles lit and the lights dim. Let’s not make it obvious how off-balance I am. Instead, he’d:
*Lend me a hand for balance when I need it. Bring me an extra block without saying anything or pointing me out
*Let me linger a little while after savanas. That’s right. He wouldn’t kick me out, because he’d understand that I don’t just come here to whip my butt into shape, I come here to escape the outside.
*Invite me to come back in a few days or say something that makes me want to be more of a regular, not because I feel guilty, but because it feels SO good being here.
Truth be told, most of my instructors are female. However, yoga is neither male nor female. So I can imagine it any way I want. What’s most important is that I keep going back. 
