Until recently, I had no interest in yoga. When I was physically active, I’d always done something aerobic with lots of impact and bouncing, like running, or, well, aerobics. Yoga was for those other people: people who … did yoga. The word itself made me think of incense and exotic music and hippies and Indian words like chakra.
Last year I met Christa, a fellow editor, for only the second time in person. We’d met years earlier at a conference, at which she led a workshop on Yoga for Editors. I didn’t understand why editors, or for that matter anybody in their right mind, would bother with all that twisting and bending. I didn’t participate in the workshop, but I remember seeing Christa doing one of those impossible-looking bending-backwards-till-your-hands-touch-the-floor moves. I thought the whole thing was a bit unusual, if not a little loopy. Why would any sane person do that? It just looked so … painful.
Last year when we met again, it was still months before I’d started this new hot yoga thing, and I had never done a yoga class or even tried a yoga pose at this point. I had mentioned on the phone that I’d recently gone vegan to lower my cholesterol levels. When we met for coffee at a busy restaurant, Christa insisted on showing me a few yoga poses and moves that were supposed to help reduce cholesterol. Right there, right away, in the restaurant. Her son Yarrow and her friend Stan calmly ignored us and kept chatting while we walked around and around looking for some space to do whatever it was we were going to do.
I don’t remember much other than being down on the floor beside Christa, both of us in the push-up or plank position, and listening intently to her instructions and following along with whatever moves she was doing, and watching the waitress’s feet going back and forth a few inches from our faces. That’s a pleasant and funny memory for me, that visual of those feet going back and forth almost under my nose. It might not have been that much fun for the poor waitress, however.
Christa, you planted a few seeds that day, there, down on the floor in the coffee shop. Thank you again. That was my first-ever experience of doing yoga. I’m sure few in my yoga class, or anywhere, can say their introduction to yoga was on the floor of a busy coffee shop. And, not that she’ll ever read this, but apologies again to the waitress, who was very sweet about it. I’m not entirely sure about that last bit, but at least nobody kicked us. I’m sure about that.
More to follow. Namaste
7 thoughts on “ONE STEP CLOSER TO YOGA: ON THE FLOOR IN A COFFEE SHOP”
Noice. I can remember we also had a little yoga episode outside of a coffee shop recently. I guess your apprenticeship of yoga is intricately related to coffee for some reason… Namaste my friend! Chris
Thanks, Chris. I hadn’t noticed this yoga-coffee connection before. Maybe I’ll do a series. Next up: yoga on the roof of a coffee shop. Namaste, dude. Be well.
As always, the perfect gentleman to the waitress, i am sure your positive vibes were sent forward to her and Christa…as always Dude, love reading what you have to say.big huggiexx
Thanks, Christine. All credit to my parents for anything gentlemanly …. I wonder if the waitress thought so at the time. Hugs back at you: In fact, hugs to everybody! Peace.
Hello, Vegan Yoga Dude! Congrats on the healthy lifestyle and thanks for sharing your adventures with the rest of us. I’m curious, if you’re not eating burgers and tube steaks and grilled cheese, what’s on your plate?
Thank you, Nancy. The short answer is: lots of curried bean concoctions, wild rice, boiled sweet potato and steamed broccoli and as of a few days ago, vegan chili. There’s also a lot of salad with walnuts and almonds. I’ll post more on this soon. Thanks again for your comment. Namaste.
Sounds delicious–I’ve never eaten a vegan diet, at least not intentionally so! Was brought up on spuds and steak. Am curious. Looking forward to following your journey. Namaste.