The Only Guy in the Yoga Class: A Lighthearted Journey Into Guys Doing Yoga


Allow me to introduce myself: I’m that lone guy in your yoga class—the one striving to connect with his inner self while balancing the delicate dance of flexibility and masculinity in a space that often feels designed for everyone but men.
On behalf of the brave guys doing yoga and proving that strength and serenity can go hand in hand, I’m here to share the unvarnished truth about what it’s like to represent men in a world of downward dogs and pigeon poses.
The plight of guys in yoga class
The Challenges
The first thing that comes to mind is the appeal of being the only guy in a class full of fit women in tight outfits. This also creates a lot of pressure to get these insane yoga poses right.
I figure that if I have to represent my gender, then I can’t fool around. When the teacher says, “reach for your toes,” I think, “so what if I have the flexibility of a two-by-four?
I’m touching those toes even if it means that my hamstrings burst out of the back of my legs and shoot across the studio like rubber bands.”
As admirable as my efforts are to demonstrate the prowess of my gender, working that hard brings up challenge number two.
I sweat. I don’t manifest an inner glow. I don’t shine with the light of exertion.
I sweat! A lot! More than once, teachers have moved toward my mat, clearly on their way to offer a well-intended, hands-on alignment.
As they approach and notice the salty tidal zone that surrounds my mat, they suddenly swerve away to offer their ministrations to another less liquefied student.
And as class winds down, I find myself floating through savasana on a salty pond of my own creation, contemplating how much more fun it would be if I had an inflatable raft with an ice chest full of margaritas floating beside me.
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And then there are those hip openers. My entire being cringes when I hear that magic phrase — Let’s explore our hips. The last time my hips went on an exploration was in fifth grade during the mandatory ballroom dancing classes at my elementary school.
Since then they have stayed firmly locked in place. To ask them to explore now after years of working out, playing weekend warrior sports, and lying on the sofa watching CSI creates a deep misunderstanding between my body and myself.
Pigeons may be able to get in these poses, but not me.
The Sad Truth
Anyone know what guys wear to yoga class? Anything we want. It’s not that we want to look bad. It’s just that “comfort first” is the mantra we were all born with. If the armpits don’t reek, the shirt goes on.
If the sweats don’t reveal anything that will get us arrested, we’re out the door. And the yoga world doesn’t encourage us to be any different.
Most yoga studios have racks and shelves overflowing with colorful women’s yogawear fit for a Paris runway.
But if you look really carefully in the corner, by the sale rack, on the bottom shelf, you might find one guys’ shirt in the ubiquitous “it’s got to fit someone” XXL.
The shirt is almost always in navy blue and has the poorly imprinted name of the yoga studio in fading, peeling letters across the chest.
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Conclusion
So now that the struggles (and triumphs) of the lone man in yoga class have been laid bare, it’s time to give credit where it’s due. Guys who do yoga aren’t just breaking stereotypes—they’re proving that the mat is a space for everyone.
To all the hesitant men out there: toss on those sweats, let go of the fear, and step into a class. Together, we can redefine what it means to be a guy doing yoga. Your inner yogi (and your hamstrings) will thank you..