This is an old post, but it was misplaced during the redesign so here it is again: I’m kind of one of those people that can’t sit still. I’m always doing something (or ten things) and probably fidgeting and thinking of 30 other things to do at the same time. And so, this brought me to yoga. I originally thought yoga was stretching for soccer moms and the elderly, but as someone who spent high school PE tanning on the football field while eating vending machine snacks, it thoroughly kicked my A-S-S. And as it turns out, I am sooooo stressed about being able to hold up my plank position for three more breaths that I don’t think about anything else. So it’s actually kind of relaxing (ish). I do, however, get a bit insulted when the 105-yr-old woman next to me holds her plank longer than I can. Anyway, so as someone who can never relax, yoga has been a nice release. Until a few weeks ago. So there I was, dying of hyperventilation/suffocation/asphyxiation (typical), whe...