Over the years, I’ve grudgingly attended an occasional yoga class. My head was always filled with visions of enlightened yogis contorting themselves into graceful poses, displaying bodies of both strength and flexibility. Me? Yeah, not so much. I could touch my toes when I was a kid and sorta do a floppy summersault, but that was the extent of my physical prowess (other than making up some wicked routines with my “Get in Shape, Girl” ribbon.) So, when I contacted the Prague Yoga Collective and asked to attend a class, I was hesitant. I would probably make a fool of myself and likely pull a muscle. I was wrong. So wrong. A million times wrong! The teachers and students atRead more.