I had never done yoga but decided to try it in an attempt to stay fit. Obviously it would be easier on my painful hip than the concussive shocks of running. I found out about a teacher nearby who taught in a very cool location just a few feet from the beach just 3 miles down the road from my house.
I was SO lucky! I had happened upon a teacher - Klaus Lehrach - that not only knew the physical part of yoga, the asanas (poses), but also knew and taught the underlying philosophy of yoga. And! He was funny! I've learned since that most yoga teachers and classes are serious - even stern. Klaus' classes are enlivened by his appreciation of the absurdity of the human condition.
Another huge, unexpected side effect was that I connected with a community - a large group of people who, though they came from varied backgrounds, shared an interest in yoga practice - both the physical and philosophical aspects. Many of my best friends are the folks that I've met in Klaus' classes.
But I digress.
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A rambling discussion of how I came to need (although not want) a new hip. Best read from the bottom of the blog (the beginning) to the latest (where I am now).
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