Chien Y. Hung
I was a chubby kid throughout my childhood; had never been athletic.
I started running when I was in the military (1997-1999). As a sergeant in the Army, 6am every day, bright or dark, I had to lead my soldiers for that 5K run. I couldn’t hate it more when the military made me do it, but I became a runner myself after I completed the military service. Running was my therapy; I had a constant internal dialogue with myself while I ran.
I started working out in 2005, trained with some trainers and acquired experience and knowledge on exercise and nutrition. But during this whole time I did not stop searching – Running gets old sometimes. And as much as working out kept me in shape, “in shape” is skin-deep; shouldn’t there be something deeper?
I kept searching until I found yoga. I started yoga practice in March 2011. I was confused after my first yoga class: Couldn’t figure out why I could barely get those poses done. They looked easy! Weren’t they supposed to be no big deal for a runner who worked out? I turned back into that chubby non-athletic kid again.
I completed Yoga Teacher’s Training, became a Registered Yoga Teacher, and I practice every day. While bending lower and twisting deeper, I find myself capable of doing more, and find even more I can’t do. Yoga never gets old, and there is always something deeper to dig into. I am breathing. I am learning. I am growing. I am still the kid from my childhood; chubby or not, athletic or not, I am that kid in a yoga pose.