GYM RAGE
DON'T HARSH MY MELLOW, MAN.....
ok, i feel the need to preface this post by admitting that i'm suffering from pms pretty bad, but i still think this is rant worthy....
in my pms frenzy this morning, i rushed around town to get all my errands done so that i could get to yoga at 12:30 and get my stretch and zen on before my final 20 miler tomorrow . i even got to class 10 minutes early purposely to sit in the studio all quiet like and get some extra zen in. as i had hoped, i was the only one there, so i laid out my mat in front, and closed my eyes, nearly falling asleep in corpse pose. it was dreamy. soon i heard the next person come in and quietly find their place. i'm still in a mellow slumber state. a few more footsteps, and i'm still all zen knowing there's at least 5 minutes before sahara arrives and gets us all twisted up like pretzels. but that 's when "mr. ipod" walked in....

so cut back to "mr. ipod." i've never seen him in the class before, and i've been going for some 4 years now, so i'm already annoyed that some "one timer" has spoiled my regular and precious yoga practice. i first give a quick stare with not even the full death factor yet. it doesn't phase him and his disco, techno nightmare of a song keeps on going (must be the super extended version. yay). i try, really, i try to get back to my meditation, kundalini breaths and everything, but this music is just fucking awful and blaring right behind me. so i slowly turn around and turn the death stare up a little, but now he's all yogied up and in a full child's pose looking at the floor. i look around, and others are equally annoyed by the techno vomit protruding from his earbuds. but i'm still holding the stare, waiting for him to come back up............ i'll wait. he rises to my full death stare, and still no response!!! jesus h. christ man, has that techno crap rotted your brain all together?? then a regular in the class, a sweet little old lady, walks up to him, at least she looked sweet. she takes one of his earbuds right outta his ear and exclaims, "young man, we don't all want to join in on your dance party. this is yoga."........PRICELESS. just then sahara arrived, and it didn't escalate any further before we were all asses in the air in down dog. i swear, all it takes is a little pms and some village idiot, and i get all insane in the membrane. sahara turned it on strong though, and i was able to calm down after a few sun salutations. hopefully, i got a good stretch in for tomorrow's 20 miler.
/rant.

3 Comments:
Great yoga story! That is SO funny! I'll have to give those Luna chewies a try, they look tasty. I can't do sport beans or clif block (barf). I've been eating Sharkies, they're so good and ALL natural.
October 12, 2007 at 6:10 AM
that sweet old lady knows how to deliver a line! PRICELESS.
October 12, 2007 at 6:14 AM
Grandma's got game. No doubt.
November 6, 2007 at 1:17 PM
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