Yoga is so great, you guys. (The title is from Mary Lambert, Secrets. I don't usually say what it's from but I don't want everyone to think I'm just THAT PROUD of my ass.) I mean, yoga totally has made my butt better, I think? You'd have to ask Crockett, I guess.
(I actually did ask him a couple of months ago if he saw any difference in me since I started yoga, and he said I was getting 'denser' but look the same. Which, sure.)
That's not the main reason I like it, though. I like it because sometimes, I don't want to do it but I do it anyway. I like it because it's taught me a lot of things that resonate, like the concepts of drishti and nivata. (A place to rest your gaze while you're keeping your balance and a safe place without wind.)
I like it because my teachers know me, and notice when I'm not there.
I like it because sometimes I forget about everything but my hips and shoulders for half an hour, which is sort of a feat.
Ok, fine. I also love my butt.