P90X

These past two weeks I've delved heavily into an insane workout regiment billed as P90X. Up until today, the workouts have generally left me feeling uplifted and with a positive view of the program. But this morning's one-and-a-half-hour yoga workout left me angrier than a junkyard dog. I completed less than half an hour of the routine before shutting off the DVD player in a fit of rage that genuinely scared my wife.

I've heard that yoga has the potential to conjure deep-seated, deeply felt anger in some who practice the exercise. I guess I'm one of those people. Somewhere, deep down, I must be supremely angry about something. I wish I could figure out exactly what that is.