Om (part I)

Yoga, much like smoking pot, is a practice I have been told is profoundly enjoyable, even fulfilling. And yet, despite trying it over a dozen times, I still hate it. I continue trying because I feel like I must be doing it wrong. Yoga-enthusiasts tell me I just haven't found the right instructor; weed-enthusiasts tell me I just haven't found the right bud (and that I would feel differently if I tried theirs, which is definitely the Best Weed Ever because it's grown hydroponically in a closet by some dude who totally knows his shit). Every time, I get sucked in by the sales pitch and try it again. And every time, I hate it. And every time, I vow never to do it again.

So naturally, when I heard about this new instructor in Nolita who teaches this really hard-core version of yoga, I slapped down my $20 and signed up immediately. But, really, this time is going to be different. See, the instructor used to be a Morgan Stanley banker, and she quit her job to open up her own studio and teach a totally non-wussy form of yoga. Says she in Bloomberg News:

"I want everyone to see that you can drink wine and eat fine food and come to yoga the next day and you'll be totally fine," said the lithe, 5-foot-11-inch brunette at her Manhattan loft. "You don't have to become a vegetarian to practice yoga."

Oh my God, it's yoga for people who binge-drink!! This is exactly what I've been waiting for all these years. In fact, I think this woman might be my soul-mate.
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To be continued...
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