It had been a long, twenty-four hours of traveling before I ended up in Newark Liberty International Airport, waiting for my final flight. I sat slumped into one of those extremely uncomfortable plastic chairs, wishing I was already home. Suddenly a man a few seats over started doing yoga in the middle of the airport, with people all around staring at him.
“Look at that man,” I said to my mum. “I can’t believe he’s doing yoga in an airport. That’s ridiculous.” Of course, I should have realized that karma was going to bite me in the butt. I quickly remembered why you should never scoff at anyone doing yoga (or anyone in general!) The next day I ached from neck to toes.
I was as stiff as an ironing board. I declared that I would never turn my nose up at someone doing yoga in the airport again. Airport-yoga-doers are the smartest travelers out there. Ever since that day, I’ve been transformed into an airport yogi. It’s made traveling much more comfortable, and a huge thank you goes out to that man – he has changed my life. I will never judge anyone doing yoga, no matter where they are doing it. And I will never let traveling get me sore, and now hopefully, neither will you.
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