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How I got on this bus

About four years ago, I could not climb a flight of stairs without feeling like my lungs would explode. I felt lethargic and weak. After years of doing mostly paper work in front of a computer for at least ten hours a day seven days a week, sleeping no more than five hours a day and stress eating, my body was protesting from the abuse.  I ignored my body’s protest until vanity took a hold of me. That was when I could no longer fit in my old clothes, i.e., I was fat.

So, I enrolled my vain self in a gym, paid the annual fee and went there about five times. At the gym, I would run on the treadmill for what seemed like hours (when in actuality I was only there for no more than ten minutes), drink a liter of the gym’s “free” ice tea and eat several bananas. After that, I figured that the gym was not for me.

Without putting much thought into it, I showed up at Rina Ortiz’s studio one day, joined my first Yoga class and immediately realized that I had no idea of what I was getting myself into.  As the Pandora in me was curious, I hopped on this bus called Yoga and it has been one heck of a ride since then.

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