Today I did yoga for the first time in quite a long while. After working out with Wonder Girl (710 stairs, pretty darn good for a 9 year old) I sent her to shower and nap. I could feel a knot of muscles twisting up right next to my spine, so I pulled out one of my yoga tape, led by the magnificent Rodney Yee. It's old enough that it's on VHS, for goodness sake. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed it.
The keys to enjoying the tape:
1. Modifying through the difficult poses.
2. Paying attention to proper breathing.
3. No one saying, "Hey mami, look at me!" or "How the heck do I do that?"
4. Zero noise distraction.
Maybe yoga gets better with age. 4 or 5 years ago, I would've strained to complete all the most difficult segments. Not this time. This time I just went with the flow. Try it. You might like it.