Fucking Yoga: Daytime Drama
The place I take yoga offers classes throughout the day. When I was working, the only class I went to was the one at 7:30 p.m. There was one early in the morning, but I never would have made it to work on time, and I'm not THAT much of a morning person.
Night-time yoga is not the most convenient thing in the world, only because of dinner. I normally got home from work between 6 and 6:15 p.m. To get to yoga on time I had to leave at 7:15 p.m. Eating a heavy meal before yoga is not the way to go, so you can't eat dinner. Normally I eat some fruit and chug water, making sure I finish about 45 minutes before the class starts. I'd get home from yoga around 9 p.m., and who wants to first start making dinner then? But I realize nighttime yoga is the way itneeds to be.
Because now that I'm not working though, I've had the opportunity to take the mid-day yoga class.
Yeah, I hate it. First of all, who are all these people who don't have to work? The place was PACKED! Literally, I squeezed in between two people who had three feet between them, and then the three of us spent the next hour whispering apologies as we accidentally banged into each other. At one point, the hand belonging to the guy to my right was about two inches from my boobs. WAYYYYY too many people for my taste.
It didn't help that when I got there, the yogi (one I'd never seen before) said, "Young lady in the corner, have you ever done yoga before?" When Inodded, he raised his eyebrows, as if surely people who do yoga wouldn't be as fat as I am. What the fuck? I can downward dog with the best of them. I can do push-ups now - that's how strong I've gotten.
It made me think of how some labels only go up to a size 12 - the designers don't want people seeing their clothes on bigger bodies, because they feel it will make them look bad.
There were two yogi's-in-training when I was there, and because the place was so packed, they were kept very busy. One yogi-to-be looked like Moby, and at first I thought he was a bit snooty, but it turned out he was very nice and helpful.
You all know there was NO WAY IN HELL any napping would happen during naptime with all those people around me. As the yogii went around adjusting people to be in the proper napping positions, I urged time to hurry up. Finally Moby got to me, and I mildly freaked out when he put something (at first I thought it was his hand) over my eyes.
Then I smelled the lavender and realized it was an eye mask. This was new, and I wondered why I was given it - could Moby tell I needed extra relaxing? Naptime was very un-restful. Since there were so many people, somebody was always coughing or breathing or something noisy. And since it was daytime, sunlight poured through the skylights and the room was not dark.
When naptime was over, I saw other people had gotten the lavender eye mask treatment, not just me. Daytime yoga is not for me.
Night-time yoga is not the most convenient thing in the world, only because of dinner. I normally got home from work between 6 and 6:15 p.m. To get to yoga on time I had to leave at 7:15 p.m. Eating a heavy meal before yoga is not the way to go, so you can't eat dinner. Normally I eat some fruit and chug water, making sure I finish about 45 minutes before the class starts. I'd get home from yoga around 9 p.m., and who wants to first start making dinner then? But I realize nighttime yoga is the way itneeds to be.
Because now that I'm not working though, I've had the opportunity to take the mid-day yoga class.
Yeah, I hate it. First of all, who are all these people who don't have to work? The place was PACKED! Literally, I squeezed in between two people who had three feet between them, and then the three of us spent the next hour whispering apologies as we accidentally banged into each other. At one point, the hand belonging to the guy to my right was about two inches from my boobs. WAYYYYY too many people for my taste.
It didn't help that when I got there, the yogi (one I'd never seen before) said, "Young lady in the corner, have you ever done yoga before?" When Inodded, he raised his eyebrows, as if surely people who do yoga wouldn't be as fat as I am. What the fuck? I can downward dog with the best of them. I can do push-ups now - that's how strong I've gotten.
It made me think of how some labels only go up to a size 12 - the designers don't want people seeing their clothes on bigger bodies, because they feel it will make them look bad.
There were two yogi's-in-training when I was there, and because the place was so packed, they were kept very busy. One yogi-to-be looked like Moby, and at first I thought he was a bit snooty, but it turned out he was very nice and helpful.
You all know there was NO WAY IN HELL any napping would happen during naptime with all those people around me. As the yogii went around adjusting people to be in the proper napping positions, I urged time to hurry up. Finally Moby got to me, and I mildly freaked out when he put something (at first I thought it was his hand) over my eyes.
Then I smelled the lavender and realized it was an eye mask. This was new, and I wondered why I was given it - could Moby tell I needed extra relaxing? Naptime was very un-restful. Since there were so many people, somebody was always coughing or breathing or something noisy. And since it was daytime, sunlight poured through the skylights and the room was not dark.
When naptime was over, I saw other people had gotten the lavender eye mask treatment, not just me. Daytime yoga is not for me.
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posted by Green at 7/02/2007 08:47:00 AM
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