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Was I imagining it...a few of our class seemed to be giving me filthy looks for taking the poor instructor's mat? The instructor is a very sweet, serene and kind of smokin' Yogi sporting a flavour-savour goatee and mini hibiscus behind his ear. Of course I feel terribly guilty. But Yogi has fresh young knees, which I'm sure can handle bobbling around on the hardwood floors.... maybe this sacrifice will propel him to an even higher state of being. See, I could be doing him a favour.
To my left side is a rather hirsute, rotund gentleman wearing a t-shirt and shorts, both of which are terribly short and very baggy. I know what this means. I am afraid, very afraid. Soon we were on our knees doing a twisting arm raise. And around! The Belly! Yes, the gentlemans' belly is exposed in quite some rawness, a picture of which is still vivid in my mind even now. Then for the leg raises. Oh no, no please! The Ba..s! Then the arm and leg raises together! Arrgh! The Belly!!! Arrgh!!! The Baaa....!!!
I left sweating and shaken and a few others smiled their yogic smile, justice had been done.
The next morning I got up extra early to make the spin class but got the time wrong. The class had started and there were no bikes left. The instructor insisted I take her bike. This meant she had to stand at the front of the class kind of pretend-cycling with her legs and making pretend gear-changing motions with her hands.
|Carb-loading at the porridge stand before Spin|
Feverishly I was always the first to the "top of the mountain" constantly turning up resistance until I thought I would expire. My legs were spinning, his stomach was churning and so was my head and I felt kind of ill. Keep going, keep going I said to myself smiling to the rest of the class: See how hard I'm trying - it was all worth it.
Was I imagining it ...but did everyone avoid my gaze as I left the class?
Sitting down that night for dinner, we noticed an older couple heading for the table next to us, dressed in their bathrobes and slippers. It must have been an optical illusion but it seemed they were not wearing any clothes underneath. Harley, 14 said: "Please don't let those robes fall open, I'm still so young, I've got my whole life ahead of me."
Ooops, too late.
hahaha.... I love the image of the classes. Yes-- I admit it! I have given dirty stares to latecomers who force me to squeeze and give up personal space!ReplyDelete
Maybe it's that I've had a particularly hard / dry weekend with my inlaws but this is by far the funniest thing I've read / heard all week. A breathe if fresh air. A much needed breathe of fresh air. Oh, poor Harley. So young and sweet. She doesn't deserve to see old saggy bits.ReplyDelete
Hope you made it home safely! Tomorrow I am making a 6 hour trek across Texas with 2 kids, 3 dogs, and what's left of my pie. Scratch that - I think I'll finish off the pie right now!
I love you and your sense of humour and your ability to write. This was hilarious. I alarmed my husband with all the laughing/wheezing at the spinning class bit.ReplyDelete
Okay seriously just laughed my a*s off!!! YouReplyDelete
crack me up!!! Good for you with getting ur
workouts in no matter what ... Belly & baaa.... and all!
Loved reading this post! I hope you will feel rested when you get home after all that!! Have a good weekend:)ReplyDelete
If only you could have taken a camera into either class - okay well maybe not the Yoga....ReplyDelete
thanks for making me laugh out loud this morning! You have such a way with words.ReplyDelete
Haha! Harley may be my long-lost younger sibling. That is the EXACT same reaction I would have to such a dinnertime encounter! :PReplyDelete
he didn't say it out loud!!! Priceless. Wish I could be there too just to be a fly on the wall, though I'd be the fly on her back on the floor giggling hystericaly!ReplyDelete
i would've been so embarrassed! yikes! good for you.ReplyDelete
Never mind coming in late to Yoga... Your hirsuite man must have felt a draught.....ReplyDelete
What kind of person feels the draught but carries on regardless????
We have two men in our yoga class btw. They are on probation...for reasons hinted above.
You have to be grateful that your companion on the floor didn't suffer from that perennial yoga problem.....flatulence.ReplyDelete
I so enjoyed reading this post! You are wonderful, honey!ReplyDelete
Jody, I just read both your Hawaii posts and you had me laughing. I thought my family was the only one that argued like this. Hope you and Kevin can sneak off somewhere soon for a romantic getaway to rest up from this one!ReplyDelete
p.s. Ohhhh those men in baggy ill-fitting shorts and tees in colors that makes their skin look dead--they're everywhere! When I first moved to Laguna after 14 years of doing yoga in LA, my instructor was wearing this same get-up! I never went back, needless to say...3 years and not one yoga class since...
Oh I loathe it when spin teachers don't do the class and do the pretendy thing! Usually it's because they are being skivers and not Good Samaritans.ReplyDelete
Too funny! I love the part about the spin instructor going through the motions! :) Good for you for going through the class and staying! Sounds like a fun vacation with tons of wonderful memories! :)ReplyDelete
Harley sounds awesome! Love that last comment. Good on you for working out while on vacation. That always takes a hit when I get off my routine and I'm dying for a good yoga class.ReplyDelete