I’m 35 and have been doing yoga for a long time. The physical practice anyway. The ‘asanas’. I got into it thanks to my little sister, and admittedly a degree of vanity (’cause “yoga bodies”, am I right?!) Little sis went to Victoria, stayed at an Ashram and completed her yoga teacher training. From there, initially to support her (and my vanity), I would go to the classes she taught in the basement of her townhouse. She decorated it with colourful scarves and a handful of women would meet there and practice.
That’s not to say I was wholly committed. Like most things in my life I enjoyed it immensely when I did it, but not being the most self motivated person you’ve ever met, I’d also go days, weeks, sometimes a couple of years in between practices.
In the past year I’ve gotten into it more seriously, and a friend of mine who is taking her teacher training inspired me to do the same. The course at my studio of choice (the studio where I practice) had already begun, but I was able to start late, play catch up, and am now nearly finished. There is so much more to yoga than the ‘asanas’. As I learn more about the philosophy of yoga, the more I want to learn. That’s not to say I still don’t have days where I don’t practice, because I most certainly do, but it’s slowly becoming a part of my day to day.
So that’s where I’m at… the head of the trail in my yoga journey