"But I care about the earth," Maya countered, reaching for a mat with a marbled, organic texture. "Is there something... greener?"

Maya looked at the heavy PRO and then at her bike outside. "I travel across town for classes. I can't carry a ten-pound weight on my back all day."

"Good choice," Leo smiled. "Now, remember: that mat when you get home to break it in. Your practice starts now."

Once upon a time, there was a yogi named Maya who stood in the middle of a bustling yoga studio, staring at a wall of colorful rolled-up mats. She was ready to commit to a , but she felt like she was trying to choose a partner for a marathon—each one promised something different.

"I want something that will last a lifetime," Maya said. "I practice every day, mostly Power Yoga, and I’m tired of mats peeling like old skin."

Maya closed her eyes and imagined her week. She saw herself riding her bike to the studio, flowing through hard Vinyasas, and wanting a mat that would still be with her ten years from now.

"Then you want the ," Leo said. "Unlike the others, it’s designed to be porous. It pulls moisture away so you never need a towel. It’s the ultimate 'sticky' mat for the sweatiest of souls."