I’ll never go om

I hate yoga.

When was the last time I tried it? 1969.

Progressive thinkers that they were, my parents made me take yoga when I was ten, believing it would help me to become more focused and improve my grades. I may have told you this before. Every Saturday morning, they drove me into the city for class. While my friends were eating Cocoa Puffs, drinking Tang and watching cartoons, I was saluting the sun and hating every minute of it. I decided then that when I finally had complete freedom to make my own decisions, I’d never go within 10 feet of a yoga mat. Forty-one years later, I’ve held to it. I also remain one of the least flexible (and least focused) people I know. Such is the price of freedom.

Many of my friends and acquaintances do yoga and love it. Being barefooted, moving slowly in a quiet room, is not my cup of chamomile tea.

However, I am aware that yoga has changed vastly in the decades since I first experienced it so unpleasantly.

For example, I recently read about something called “Laughter Yoga.” I might be able to warm up to that. Also called hasyayoga, this discipline involves self-triggered laughter that spreads among people in the class. I assume this enhances the workout in some way.

I’m a fan of contagious laughter, though perhaps not enough so to combine it with exercise forcibly. I laugh plenty in Jazzercise, as my friends and I make faces, exaggerate our dance steps and share dirty jokes on the floor. But that’s genuine, not contrived.

I know there’s also “Hot Yoga,” which involves exercises performed in extremely hot and humid temperatures. Sounds like weeding the yard in July to me.

We have a friend who’s into all sorts of other kinds in a big way, so much so that he recently took a break from his career to focus on yoga full time. As part of a side project, he recently invented something called “In Sink Yoga.”

Setting aside my overall clumsiness and lack of muscular flexibility and strength, I might also find this doable. Here, take a look:

I love this for so many reasons. Did someone say “cleaning fetish?”

Maybe for his next video project, he’ll do Om on the Range.

15 Comments

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15 responses to “I’ll never go om

  1. Marty Welch

    Om on the range…Too Funny

    • Deidra Darsa

      Love Om on the range, too. I actually enjoyed yoga when I forced myself to go, but prefer spending my workout time with the horses. I did flow yoga, it was faster so I didn’t get attention deficit.

  2. Carla

    I like hot yoga, it can be as good as a massage.Try it, you may like it. (smile)
    I cannot get the link above to work, want to see the video!

    • Carla, if you’re reading via e-mail subscription, try going to the site.Within today’s post, you’ll see the YouTube image, click the play button (triangle in the middle of the image). I hope it works.

  3. Polly

    “Remember to breathe”, that cracked me up. His obvious dedication and tongue-in-cheek delivery make me want to try more than just Wii yoga (which I excel at even if i am in the kitchen making a sandwich). Once again, I really enjoy reading your posts.

  4. Emily

    hasyayoga or ha,ha yoga? Love Om on the Range. We had a family yoga class last week with ages 16-86, really, and it was fun! We were not nearly as silly as I thought we would be! A niece had suggested yoga breathing exercises for our Mom.

  5. Mom

    …and since you never complained, I thought you were loving it! Truly. So much for mother-daughter communication. Bet you can’t remember your teacher’s name…?

  6. Sheree

    I’m with Deidra. I took Pilates for years, but get more core excercise on a horse than I ever did on a mat! So no Om for me, just a giddyup!

  7. Bruce McGuire

    Did anyone catch the secret message?

  8. Bruce McGuire

    second hint: Remember to look at the whole picture

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