I
love yoga, but like most things, I tend to do it in my own kind of way. A
typical yoga studio is quiet, meditative, and peaceful. One that I’m occupying
is usually filled with laughter, whining, and groans of pain.
Let
me explain. My partner in crime, Sam, and I decided we’d like to take yoga
classes. We arranged for semi-private classes, which is for the best. We tended
to gossip during Sun Salutation, whine while in Downward-Facing Dog, and laugh
when our endlessly-patient instructor, Nancy, tried to make us do something
like Plough Pose. Like that’s ever going to happen! I am, however, a master at
Corpse Pose!
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Also,
most studios wouldn’t be entertained by my “Namaste, Bitches!” tee shirt. If you’re
not already a fan of Regretsy, check out the post that inspired this. We
think it’s pretty hysterical. In fact, at the end of each class, instead of just
“Namaste,” Nancy would say “Namaste, Bitches!” and of course we responded in
kind. Because if I can’t have fun while exercising, it’s just not going to
happen. And really, what’s the point of doing anything if you don’t enjoy
yourself?
Namaste,
Bitches!
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