Got Rage? This New Workout Might Be For You

This ain't your mom's yoga class.

The newest trend in yoga is called "Rage Yoga," and combines yoga, yelling, cursing and BEER!

According to Ashley Duzich who leads Rage Yoga classes at Brash Brewery in Houston, "We are all angry about something and we all have been holding onto an ‘F’-bomb for a little bit too long...So that’s what this does – is – it allows you to have a safe space to let go of your and frustration and rage in a healthy way… and then also wash it all away with some ice cold beer.”

Classes are being taught in Alberta, Canada as well as Houston and it's highly recommended that you don't bring your children.

It may not be for everyone, but if you've been silently seething over the laundry pile that no one else seems to see or your boss that reminds you a little too much of Lumbergh from Office Space, Rage Yoga just may be something to look into.

On the Rage Yoga website, Rage Yoga founder, Lindsay, describes Rage Yoga as "alternative yoga for the modern badass."

Not in Houston or Alberta to take in a class? The Rage Yoga website offers at-home, on-line tutorials and classes so you too can be "zen as f*ck" while throwing down what Lindsay calls "fist unicorns."

Excuse me while I go scream obscenities in lotus pose,

Carly

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