In my crowd, I've always been the one with an intolerance for risk, whether it was drugs, bad boys, or the stock market. I'm a Virgo through and through: introverted, meticulous, concrete.
When designer gyms and spandex became the thing in the '80s, I turned to yoga -- back when you practiced on a towel in your sweats in a tiny studio with an Indian name. Yoga was my respite and release -- the breathwork grounded me, and the repetitive poses took me out of my head and into my body.
Then, at 39, I found myself ousted from the publishing job I loved, a victim of corporate restructuring after years of loyalty. So much for playing it safe.
Now I needed yoga more than ever, and suddenly there were options: studios with polished floors, hip music, and celeb yoga students with glowing skin and tight butts.
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