I have to admit that I started yoga just to see what all the rah rah was about. Turns out it's a workout, which I need.
Now, I live in a small town, and we tend to do things a bit western. Take today for instance, we all came to the studio with a little more bite than usual due to the fact that most of us, including our yoga instructor Nat, had partaken of three days of rodeo.
Nat's a cow country local, so she managed a track event all three performances and was given an assistant on the last day. An assistant that had never been near a horse or mule, much less on one, an assistant wearing brand spank'n new cowboy boots, an assistant that was try'n way too hard. He was also wear'n the biggest, shiniest new spurs Nat had ever seen. She asked him why he was wearing spurs, since he wasn't riding. He said, "they came with the boots." Somebody saw him com'n... Anyway the poor guy kept being tripped up by those spurs, which caused him to run into horses, mules, fences, and Nat. She finally parked him, told him to be real sticky like in that spot, and went on to do her part. Don't know where he tripped off to after the last go round.
With all that behind us, my being a little sore, and all of us a little crazy we decided today was best known as Terrible Tuesday Yoga. Namaste.
Here's a little video to give you some idea of how yoga's done in cow country...