Yesterday was day 2 of my 30 day yoga challenge. After scarfing way too much lunch at a staff meeting, I drug my sorry butt to the studio. I unexpectedly met up with the Obsidian Goddess, immediately making the class that much more enjoyable (all things are far more fun with a good bud at your side!)
The class was very, very full, which means you get your mat width plus 2" on each side of you as your personal space. The Obsidian Goddess and I have attended packed classes before and therefore, we have smelled each other's sweat in an up close and personal kind of way. And, hey,on the yoga sweat scale (and in real life) she smells pretty good. Of course, the flip side is that she has smelled me too and since she's still my friend, I must not smell too bad.
But,we didn't get to put our mats next to each other so I had to wonder if that bad smell was coming from the guy on the left or the woman on the right since I'm sure it wasn't coming from me!
In my mind I look like Kate Beckinsale in the Underworld movies minus the sexy rubber outfit. In real life I look like the ogre version of Princess Fiona in Shrek except on a bad hair day when I look like Donkey. My favorite spot in the yoga studio is the back row, directly behind someone else so I can't see myself in the mirror. That way my fantasy lives on!
Yesterday I was in the center of the front row and ended up with a sore neck from staring at my feet and at the ceiling and anywhere else so I wouldn't crumble in a mass of quivering jelly screaming, "my eyes, my eyes are burning!" when I saw my real self in the mirror. Nothing killed my fantasy quicker than an unguarded glance at myself in the mirror. My eyes are still burning!
Today I resolve to get there early and forcefully (if necessary) gain a spot in the back row! If I am successful I promise to keep my sweat on my own mat and not give in to the obvious benefits of 'wind relieving' pose.
The class was very, very full, which means you get your mat width plus 2" on each side of you as your personal space. The Obsidian Goddess and I have attended packed classes before and therefore, we have smelled each other's sweat in an up close and personal kind of way. And, hey,on the yoga sweat scale (and in real life) she smells pretty good. Of course, the flip side is that she has smelled me too and since she's still my friend, I must not smell too bad.
But,we didn't get to put our mats next to each other so I had to wonder if that bad smell was coming from the guy on the left or the woman on the right since I'm sure it wasn't coming from me!
In my mind I look like Kate Beckinsale in the Underworld movies minus the sexy rubber outfit. In real life I look like the ogre version of Princess Fiona in Shrek except on a bad hair day when I look like Donkey. My favorite spot in the yoga studio is the back row, directly behind someone else so I can't see myself in the mirror. That way my fantasy lives on!
Yesterday I was in the center of the front row and ended up with a sore neck from staring at my feet and at the ceiling and anywhere else so I wouldn't crumble in a mass of quivering jelly screaming, "my eyes, my eyes are burning!" when I saw my real self in the mirror. Nothing killed my fantasy quicker than an unguarded glance at myself in the mirror. My eyes are still burning!
Today I resolve to get there early and forcefully (if necessary) gain a spot in the back row! If I am successful I promise to keep my sweat on my own mat and not give in to the obvious benefits of 'wind relieving' pose.
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