Thu 13 Apr 2006
Today being the end of the second session of yoga, I am beginning to see why Mr. W wanted to take this class. He’s totally teacher’s pet!
The first class, when the instructor walked in and recognized him, she looked pleasantly surprised and said, “Oh! Nice to see you again!” He said, “Nice to see you, too. And this time I brought my girlfriend.” He introduced me to her. She said hello to me, and then said as she passed me to go to the other side of the room, “I just want you to know that you have a very good-looking man over there.” I smiled at her and I may have said, “Mm-hmm.” She continued, “I just wanna make sure you know that. He’s very good-looking.” This time I retorted, “Yeah, so he keeps telling me.” I heard Mr. W scoff in the back behind me.
Today, the class did a pose where you first kneel on both knees with your legs together, then sit back on your heels, thighs together. And then you fan your feet away from your body slightly so that your butt’s on the ground in between your upturned feet. And then you lean your upper body back so that your back’s on the ground and you’re looking at the bottoms of your feet on either side of your thighs if you look toward your knees. The instructor walked in front of Mr. W as he was in this compromising pose and announced that she was going to stand on his quads, and that he is going to enjoy it. So she stepped up. He said that it did feel good, and she said, “It’s delicious, isn’t it?” And then she looked down at him, smiled, and clarified, “For me.”
I can’t wait to see what she’s gonna do or say next week. I’ll keep you guys posted.
I miss jujitsu. Being thrown across the room by blackbelts and landing on my head was more comfortable than some of the stuff we did in this class. (Altho it’s not a beginning yoga class, as I found out after the last class. Mr. W had signed us up for the continuing class.) Did I tell you guys that she starts the class with a few reverberating “om”s, which the class joins in on, and then they sing some chant in Hindi?
dude, that’s sketchy.
What is?
Ommmmm getting hungry. Ommmm thinking I probably couldn’t even get in half those positions. I totally need to stretch n stuff.
“stuff”, eh?
Yeah at this time, I don’t even know what “stuff” would be… delete that.
no.
meanie.
[…] I can’t help thinking, tho, that I need to find something physical to do on a regular basis, even if it means switching genres (altho I’m not going back to the crazy yoga instructor Mr. W and I went to earlier in the year again, either). Besides, Mr. W needs his “alone” time to be a gamer. I don’t know what to do next. Maybe take up hip hop again? Or maybe I’ll try a different belly dancing instructor, one that some coworkers go to, since they’d been trying to talk me into that class for some time and now I have jingling hip scarves. […]
[…] My coworker remembered the class cost wrong and we each wrote a check for $54 for the remaining 7 sessions instead of the $50 advertised in the course guide. When we realized this, my coworker went back to the instructor and told her, and the instructor wouldn’t refund the difference, saying if we had paid through the City instead of to her directly, it would’ve cost us an extra $10 for not being City residents. But we’re not paying through the City, she wanted us to pay her directly so she gets all the money without the City taking a cut. Whatever. 6 weeks left. You know it’s bad when I’m doing a countdown of sessions left already in the first class. I did that all through yoga with the Crazy Yoga Instructor. […]