Then I heard this: "You see?... You use the strap like this. It's for when you're not flexible enough to touch your toes... You'll probably need it because, well..." The woman's voice trailed off as she gestured toward the man's legs. He said nothing.
THAT'S when it occurred to me that perhaps my husband would rather watch basketball than come to yoga with me because, like the young woman who somehow managed to convince her boyfriend to come to yoga with her today, I'm a total yoga nag! I'm always nagging him to come to yoga with me, but he thinks I'd be an obnoxious know-it-all nag at the studio. He's probably right.
Throughout the class, I noticed that when the teacher suggested the use of a prop, the Yoga Nag would turn around and motion to her beau that he should use it. (And many times he actually didn't need to.) The poor guy did as he was told, then when his date turned around, he put the prop down and did his own thing.
When class was over and we were packing up our mats the Yoga Nag said out of nowhere, "Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it. You just need more practice." Her Yoga Victim was silent. I have a feeling this would his first and last yoga class—and who could blame him?!
What I learned from yoga class today: It might be OK to nag your guy to do the dishes, but don't nag him to go to yoga with you. And please, if you are ever lucky enough to get him to set foot in a studio, just keep your mouth shut during the class and let him experience it for himself.
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