The price of love is loss/ But still we pay/ We love anyway

As a post-triathlon project, Drew has decided to embark on a six-week at-home yoga course from Do Yoga With Me. Taking this literally, I decided to do yoga with him. Sadly, I’m pretty sure that my version of the program should be called “Don’t Do Yoga With Me” (sorry, Drew!). We’re a week and a bit in, and I’ve already learned so much! Specifically I’ve learned that I sort of hate yoga.

Now I’m trying to figure out why exactly that is the case. It can’t be that I dislike slow, meditative exercise. I’ve always loved Pilates. Obviously yoga and Pilates are extremely different, but you’d think that there would be some cross-over appeal. Pilates, after all, is about exacting movement done with extreme control. Yoga is quite different, as I said before, but it’s also about control and precision in some ways.

Also, it can’t be that I dislike holding static poses. I love static trapeze, after all! Static trapeze is all about the static poses.

I love static so much it doesn’t feel like a workout, it feels like a treat. Yoga does not feel like a treat.

So, why do I hate yoga? It’s hard to say. Maybe I’ll get more insight over the next few weeks. Maybe I’ll go on a crazed yoga induced rampage. We’ll see!