My wife dragged me kicking and screaming to a yoga class today. I'm not opposed to the concept, but the idea of being in a room of 30 other people doing strange things is terribly unappealing (it was like 29 gals in yoga outfits and me in an old pair of running pants). I've been suffering in a bad way from herniated disks and decided I was simply not going to take pain meds anymore. The requirement was, you had to have your own yoga mat (huh, who knew Wal-Mart sold yoga mats?).
Okay, I was wrong. I've not felt this good in weeks (given the couple hours of recovery afterwards). I'm VERY impressed. I might stick with this.
Dawgdoc, the Zen Yoga Master.