Friday, July 13, 2007


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.