Yoga for Regular Guys: The Best Damn Workout on the Planet!

and body coordination.
    YOGA-DOC SAYS …
    When you inhale deeply while stretching and twisting into each yoga position, you are pushing oxygen-rich blood into each organ while opening blocked areas of the body that may have been compromised from years of bad posture, previous traumas, and scar tissue build-up related to those traumas. Oxygen- and nutrient-rich blood also speeds up the internal detoxification process and allows the energy that your body has produced from your organic juicing to be utilized more efficiently and effectively. So your Yoga for Regular Guys workout is organic juicing’s ultimate Tag Team Partner!

CHIROPRACTIC ANDAPPLIED KINESIOLOGY
    The body is like a car, and when it isn’t running as smoothly as it should, it needs a tune-up from outside help. This is where chiropractors and applied kinesiologists come in. Theycan help you supplement the good work you are doing on your own with your YRG workouts. These guys help keep you on top of your game. They are not only important when you take some rough bumps in life, they should also be key players in your new preventative maintenance program.
    DDP’s Humpty Dumpty Days
    Back in the glory days of World Championship Wrestling (now under the WWE banner), when I came off the road after a week or more of bouncing my body around the world, I would gather all the king’s horses and all the king’s men to put DDP back together again. Every time I came off the road, I would first go to the gym and get my workout in. Then I would go right to my chiropractor/applied kinesiologist, Dr. Ken West. This guy is a master; he’s the Yoda of kinesiologists. I would typically spend up to two hours on his table. Then I would head right over to one of my massage therapists. Those were what I call my “Humpty Dumpty Days,” and they were the only way this old boy kept going.
    Putting Humpty Dumpty Back Together
    Dr. West led the group of healthcare specialists that helped put Humpty Dumpty back together again after each show—and fast, so I could get back into the ring after taking some nasty bumps.
    The best example of Dr. West’s expertise came in May 2000 when I was wrestling Jeff Jarrett for the world championship title, in
not one
,
not two
, but
THREE
steel cages, stacked one on top of the other. If you saw my movie classic
Ready to Rumble
, you know the cage I’m talking about. Except in this case, there were no running cameras or a director yelling “Cut!” This match was
live
, in front of twenty thousand screaming fans.
    Jeff and I had gone to the arena the night before our match to look at this monster of a cage and go over the stunts we were going to do. The cage was forty-five feet high and divided into cages on three separate levels. To get from the first cage to the second we had to use a twelve-foot ladder. The outer cage was fenced in with cables running through the fencing so that we could walk, run, or fall on top of it. The cages were built with steel piping around the perimeter for strength. In one of the corners, there was a one-foot by two-foot rectangular shaped hole, which was there to get us from the first cage to the second. (By the way, no wrestling company does crazy shit like this anymore.)
    The scene was the Kemper Arena in Kansas City. We were about to do a high-risk match with aerial stunts in the very same arena where, almost one year to the day, Owen Hart had fallen to his death while sailing in toward the ring on a high wire. Owen was one of the nicest guys I had ever met in the wrestling business, and I have to tell you, I was a little spooked by the whole deal.

    Left: The three-level steel cage from Kemper Arena; right: DDP flies off the top rope with twenty thousand people in the background.
    The first hour Jeff and I were up in the three-story cage, going over our upcoming match, I was very tentative. By the second hour, I felt a little better. By the third hour, I was feeling so familiar with the structure that I felt like I could do cartwheels in the damn thing. As you could guess, being that comfortable on something that dangerous is not always a good thing. I remember telling Jeff about a stunt that I wanted to do where we were on the second floor of the cage and I was going to run him into one of the cage walls. That wall would fall down (which would really shock the hell out of the fans because it would appear that we were going to fall thirty feet to the ground), but in actuality, we would only knock the