I was at a retreat in Mexico with a bunch of other lads. No phones, computers, running water - just grass hut, hammock and sand on the beach. Part of the retreat required we meet at 6 am for yoga. Now, I had always kind of incorporated bits of asanas in my nightly routine - stuff I’d picked up from TV, or wherever. My wife attended a class or two and kept saying I should try it. But, I poked at her with “going to yoghurt classes?” and “macrame!” So, I showed up for our first 6 am class (I’m in pretty good shape at this point, or so I believe), when this fit woman put us through an Ashtanga routine that kicked my ass! I can still remember how I felt afterwards - I still feel that way. Amazing. Plus, after 3 more classes I asked her how old she was (I guessed around 35). She was 56.
When I got back to civilization the first order of business was to look for a studio that offered ashtanga classes, and found one a mere 10 minutes from my house. I hit the ball out of the park because I love the place, and I have attended several yoga classes elsewhere - but nothing comes close to the atmosphere there.
Then something strange started happening. That great feeling I told you about led me to wonder about what this whole yoga thing was about. I had done some sweatlodges and vision quests with the natives at that time, and found a spiritual connection between the two paths. I started reading, studying, practicing, joined this forum, and the rest is history.
Mexico - it’s not just for tequila anymore.