Me and The Recovery Warrior

Me and The Recovery Warrior

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   I often have people ask me how I got into yoga and other holistic practices. The short answer in my head is “personal desperation” but I try to give a more comprehensive answer when I do open my mouth. My first exposure to yoga was in a rec hall at a church in Texas back in the late ’90’s. Honestly, I can’t even recall how my wife and I found out about the class — we didn’t attend that church, we had just moved to the Dallas area from the East Coast for our corporate jobs — but I do know she and I were seeking some form of exercise different than what we were familiar with being offered at the typical gym (weight-lifting, circuit training, aerobics, etc). Thinking back, I initially recall feeling self-conscious as I stepped onto a borrowed yoga mat… I was wearing my ratty old gym shorts and t-shirt (probably advertising beer), and the only man in a room dominated by women in sports bras and pastel-colored spandex leggings. As the class progressed, I felt even more self-conscious, bumbling awkwardly through movements that everyone else appeared to perform with grace and ease. And yet, I also remember finding something comfortably and humbly challenging about moving through my untrained version of the various yoga postures demonstrated by the teacher. It was as though I was actually feeling what it felt like to be in my own body for the very first time. I had always...