Fucking Yoga: What Ifs During Naps
Last night's yoga class got off to a rough start. Before I tell you why though, I must remind you that my mind races, I get bored easily, and I'm a little bit on the creative side. This might explain why I have come up with what each yoga teacher used to do before they became ... yogans. (That's right - we make words up left and right here. Keep up!)
Anyway. I was all excited for last night's class - it was going to be taught by my favorite former construction worker (whose asthma spiraled out of control breathing in all that dust). Not to be confused with the former roofer (he fell off the roof and almost broke his back, poor thing).
But when I arrived at yoga, the last class was running late, there were a lot of people in the lobby, and I got a little flustered. I sat down to wait for my class to start, when the Yogu I'd cried at told me the class running late WAS in fact my class, and it was the teacher running it who was running early. So I thanked him and rushed in - luckily there was a spot open in the part of the room I like (right side, second or third from the door).
During naptime, I don't remember what made me think of it, but I started imagining what if the Little House people did yoga? Where would they meet? In the middle of a field? In someone's barn? Would the men and women yoga separately? Would it make Nellie a nicer person?
Anyway. I was all excited for last night's class - it was going to be taught by my favorite former construction worker (whose asthma spiraled out of control breathing in all that dust). Not to be confused with the former roofer (he fell off the roof and almost broke his back, poor thing).
But when I arrived at yoga, the last class was running late, there were a lot of people in the lobby, and I got a little flustered. I sat down to wait for my class to start, when the Yogu I'd cried at told me the class running late WAS in fact my class, and it was the teacher running it who was running early. So I thanked him and rushed in - luckily there was a spot open in the part of the room I like (right side, second or third from the door).
During naptime, I don't remember what made me think of it, but I started imagining what if the Little House people did yoga? Where would they meet? In the middle of a field? In someone's barn? Would the men and women yoga separately? Would it make Nellie a nicer person?
Labels: Harshing Your Mellow, Potential Depth, Yoga
posted by Green at 5/14/2008 08:40:00 AM
3 Comments:
Ha ha ha ha ha. Those Olsons could definitely do with some down-dogging and cow-facing. They'd probably meet in the church, when it wasn't being used for school or sermons.
They would totally meet in the old schoolhouse. Or the church, like Jennie said. Hilarious.
Would they wear yoga frocks, and what would THOSE look like?
Warrior 1 with bonnets?
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