So there I was, face down in a puddle of my own sweat with my leg bent awkwardly underneath me. In tears. Safe to say, I was getting a lot more than a simple hamstring stretch.
I gotta be honest…yoga is kooky as hell. All this namaste-nonsense, ohhming, expensive-ass yoga pants, and poses on instagram that scream “LOOK AT ME!” For the longest time, I knew aspects of yoga where healthy and wholesome, but everything I experienced at local studios and on social media turned me off and undermined its validity. Then last year, things started to change. Let me be more clear; my experience and perception changed, and I found myself practicing yoga 2-5 times a week. I noticed unexpected peripheral benefits started popping up. Over the winter, my skiing improved drastically and my mental focus during mountaineering was way more locked-on. Sure, I still made fun of all the yoga-bullshittery I saw everywhere….but something was clicking.
Fast forward a couple months, and I’m about to wrap up a 200 hour yoga teacher certification course. The best thing about it has been all the new friends I’ve made. Everyone seems to be looking for the same things: deeper relationships, self-improvement, a healthier lifestyle, and just an overall boost in happiness. It’s pretty awesome. Plus I’m getting bendy as hell. I can’t quite put my feet behind my head yet, but I’m told that’s not the point. Guess I still got some learning to do.
We got together, ventured out to the Salt Lake, and I was able to get some fun pics of, you guessed it, yoga poses. The shoot went so well, another group of yoga peeps wanted to meet up the following week for a 2nd shoot. It feels so damn good to get a photo of someone doing something they love. It’s even better when that person sees the shot and gets a sense of how beautiful they truly are. So now when I see a yoga pose on instagram, I’m way less critical…..(especially if it’s my shot, because I take it as a big old ‘thank you’)