Yoga – it’s just not my thing.
I hear about the benefits, I understand why it might be good for me, but I’m not interested. And despite all the people who have tried to convert me the closest I have come to practicing yoga is taking a different class in a yoga studio at the same time as a yoga class.
And tonight, I was late.
I ran down the sidewalk and rushed through the back door, threw my stuff on the floor and ran for a quick bathroom stop before I joined the group. Unfortunately to get to the bathroom I had to go through the, now in progress, yoga class. I checked my speed at the door, quietly slipped through, padded down the back of the room and through the curtain at the end to the reception area.
Pit stop over, I quickly went to join my class. Across the reception area, though the curtain-
And I was stuck.
An almost falling, windmilling arm, frantic, help I’m being attacked by a giant shiny, purple curtain stuck. I understand that the low lights, soft music and candles are supposed to help with a calming and centering sort of atmosphere. But I can tell you that from my curtain mangling position it did nothing but panic me further as I attempted to extract myself from the curtain without making any more noise than I already had. Of course my candle light induced panic just increased my tangled up position and seconds stretched to hours as I kicked myself free of the attack curtain. At that point I figured I couldn’t possibly make things any worse and dashed for the door, the real door, and back into the bright lights and music.
Yes a large purple curtain and I agree, yoga – it’s really just not my thing!