I stroll into the cramped studio five minutes late, trying not to notice the thousand eye daggers thrown in my direction, and awkwardly squeeze a loaner mat into the only available space. The yogi, Marco Rojas, a veteran instructor trained by YogaWorks creators, comes up to me, squeezes my hand, and asks if I’ve got any body issues or injuries he should know about. “Just the knee,” I say. Braving a look around, I see that I’m one of only a handful of men in the room and probably the youngest by far. I can’t help but think to myself, “I’m in way better shape then all these folks.” Half an hour later, I’ve lost what seems like half my body weight in sweat, have fallen three times, and would cry if I had any liquid left in my body to make a teardrop actually happen.
Going into my first-ever yoga session, I can see that I had this yoga thing completely misunderstood no matter how much credit I tried to give it. To me, it was just a silly stretch workout that vaguely had something to do with meditation-granola munching fluff. I couldn’t have been more wrong. It’s an intense workout that is physically and emotionally demanding. Continue reading >> MensFitness