So my skeptical, sarcastic brother is making fun of his yoga classes, too. But—and this is shocking—he is taking them. In Siberia.
As yoga goes mainstream and spreads to all corners of the world, I’m going to stick to my guns. No more yoga for me. Maybe one day, when I’m old and frail and can’t touch my toes, I’ll wish I had gotten into it. But for now, I’ll stick with running—an activity that really is good for my heart—and soul.
