Chrysanthemum

Hello all! It's been a minute! Life has been steering me in all sorts of directions and unfortunately has left me with less time to write and keep the blog moving right along. In addition to life steering me away from my writing, I have also been struggling over the last couple of months (okay, year) keeping yoga in my weekly practice.  Since I started running consistently over the past year I've really neglected my yoga practice which has left me feeling a little lost when it comes to exercise.  Running is my cardio and I do cross train at the gym, but with all this stress I should really be focused on bringing the yin back into my schedule. Last night I walked from my house to Riverfront Promenade to practice a little.  I'm still slowly recovering from a small injury in my knee so I was mindful to my body when doing poses I hadn't done since I went to the muscle therapist. After talking to my friends at run club about my knee pain, many of them recommend...

When I was younger, I always felt that Yoga was something only "weird" people did or was an activity just for people who wanted to say "om."  I can't really remember what gave me that impression, but it was never an activity that I had interest in. I've been active for most my life; I took dance lessons from age 4 until I graduated high school, played softball and walked all around Philly as a college student.  Needless to say, I've always been pretty flexible and in shape.  Some girls that I went to college with had started going to the yoga classes that the gym offered and kept talking about how fun it was an that I should go. In the beginning it was tough to make time for class.  The girls would go Wednesday nights at 5:45 and left around 5:30 to go together. I'd get out of class right at 5:30 and would book it over to the gym to meet everyone for class.  There was maybe 1 or 2 times that we all went together but seriously, after the first ti...