Coming to Yoga Later in Life: A Personal Story
by Andy Beach Road Adventure by Melina Meza In 2006, life handed me a double whammy. I was diagnosed with both emphysema and Crohn�s disease. I had probably been living with these two conditions for years, but because I had grieved so long and hard after the loss of my husband to cancer in 1998, I had not paid attention to the slow but relentless worsening of my symptoms. Also that year, two different friends told me, during two separate lunch conversations, �You need yoga!� Me? Yoga? I hadn�t even gone for a walk in nearly eight years. But the universe works in mysterious ways, and as luck would have it, in late 2007, I moved into a condominium that had a fitness center, Anytime Fitness, next door to my building. My 61-year-old body joined the gym, and I began working with a trainer twice a week. Over about six weeks, I was able to gradually increase my hold time in a forearm plank from five seconds to 20 seconds. (This was no picnic, believe me. After 20 seconds, I was completely out...