Day One

I get whiny when my neck hurts, which as recently as last week was most of the time.

Over the last 15 years, I've tried all the over-the-counter meds, lots of chiropractors, a physical therapist, a massage therapist, pilates, even a random yoga class here and there. And they all helped, at least for a while. But still the next day, my neck hurt again.

Fortunately for me, I have some relentless yoga-loving friends, one of whom, probably tired of the whining, hand-picked a yoga class for me back in June. All I had to do was show up at this lady's house at the right time in stretchy pants. No membership fee, no long-term contract. No unpleasantness.

Yoga, I discovered, is perfectly lovely, a delight. I've met many wonderful people, found myself in some surprising positions, studied the writing of an assortment of Buddhist monks, counted my wayward thoughts for several minutes several days in a row, and attempted drinking a glass of water mindfully. It's been fun. And today, all day, my neck has felt pretty good.

Namaste.