It’s not that I don’t like Yin, I do. I like it too much. But I feel like a manatee when I do Yin.
I’m an unrepentant flow-hacker and there is no way to get into flow for me during Yin. Yin is like therapy, or a massage.
Yin is for an off day.
I understand that there is a time and place for passivity, but only when the body is broken down from activity. And that’s not where I’m at now. Or yet.
I think once my challengers have a whole week of yang under their belts, then the yin will be welcome.