I have a smidge of social anxiety disorder so this yoga class I have in a few minutes is suddenly freaking me out a little. At lunch when I was working out (yes, I lifted weights for 45 minutes today after running nearly 8 miles yesterday....it's almost summer, and none of my cute shorts are gonna fit), I inquired as to the attendance (six were signed up last week). Sixteen! "One other gentleman," I was informed. I'm not sure why I'm anxious. I guess that's why it's a disorder. Anyway, I'm sure it'll be fine. Right?
UPDATE: I'm back. And it was all very nice and relaxing. Although I'm not really a rank beginner, I'm new to taking a class, as were a few others, so the instructor really eased us into it. I like feeling advanced and gifted no matter what I'm doing, so I couldn't have asked for a better start. Well, I guess it wouldn't have hurt if the other gentleman had shown. And ladies, ladies, ladies, you knew you were going to be taking your socks off. Would it have killed you to tend to the dogs a bit before you showed up? I'm not suggesting you have a pedicure, but a little lotion? Some dusting powder? It smelled like someone opened a bag of Fritos in there.
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P.S. The other 'gentleman' could be a 'mo, so make sure you put your mat next to his. Just in case there is 'partner work'. When I did a beginners yoga class I did this, and got to adjust the hips of a hottie. FYI.
Yes, the downward dog. It was good and felt surprisingly natural, even though I wasn't bent over the arm of a sofa.
Alas, the other 'gentleman' did not show. As I suspected, it was me and a dozen+ (other) matronly types.
I never think of you as particularly matronly.
Maybe a sort of Salon Kitty-esque 'naughty' matron...
Once again betrayed by the seamed stockings.
Yes, ditto to what TOA says.
Get yourself some Lush foot products in case this other "gentleman" (code for gay) is cute.
Now, I'm off to eat some fritos.
Thank you very much.
It wasn't MY feet that were chippy, silly. Mine are redolent of spearmint and almond oil, thanks to daily anointing with LUSH's Fair Trade Foot Lotion.
better fritos than cheetos. or tacos. i've met those people. not enough Softsoap in the Shell Station restroom to wash that off.
Part of the reason I won't join a gym is because of all the extra grooming I'll have to do. :)
My husband used to make fun of me for taking a shower BEFORE I went to yoga.
I know what you mean. I know I go to the gym more when I'm pleased with my outfits.
Still, stinkin' feet? I don't even allow that in my own house.
I agree on the stinkin' feet. Powder is your friend, ladies!
Every time we have a conversation like this, I become paranoid for like a week that I smell and I don't know it.
FG, that's one of my constant fears. Every time I'm around people who stink, I think do they know? Could I be stinky and not know it? Ack.
I'm sure you smell delightful, Susie.
((Pssst! FG, does she?))
Oh, and Susie, nice Cathy imitation. Ack!
She does smell delightful!
I'm so impressed. I have to do yoga all by myself, whenever I go to a class and they start running through poses, I can't remember even the simplest ones, and then they say somehting like "Lift your left leg," and I think "Which one is my left?" and then I fall over and start crying.
It's better if I stick to solo yoga.
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