Yoga Uprising

I skipped yoga yesterday and went to the beach. It was worth it.

 

Since my yoga studio membership is only a 30 day Living Social deal, I feel tremendous pressure to go as often as possible--which is difficult for someone as lazy as me. I like yoga, and I love the studio (mostly because it's 2 minutes from the house), and I was trying to find ways to continue the membership...but sometimes I feel secretly relieved that it will end one day.

I could barter work hours at the studio for yoga. But then I'd have to work. So I'm torn on that one.

No recent sightings of the yoga goblin but there is a new guy named Frank who breathes like Cookie Monster. It's like a loud, deep growl on every exhale. Good for him and all, but it's annoying as hell. He's also a show off about headstands--all of the men are. We also have another guy (Steve) who speaks of himself in the third person frequently and tries to argue against opening the outside door for fresh air. I pretty much shout over him that the door needs to be opened when asked. If Steve wants to be hot, he can do it later.

Even though we're not taking hot yoga, they like to keep it hot in there. They try to chalk it up to some scientific yoga nonsense, but I overheard someone ask what temperature they keep the rooms at and they admitted they just don't turn the air on, since we're in Florida. SHENANIGANS! Cheap bastards. There is nothing scientific about not turning the air on.

At the last class there was a mini mutiny afterwards about the temperature. They tried to insist the air was on and a few people grouped together to insist that it wasn't, or it wasn't low enough, and that it was unacceptable since we hadn't signed up for hot yoga. The instructor was a bit flustered over the uprising of her formerly zen students, and I'm hoping it means we have some cool air today because if I wanted to sweat a lot, I'd go back to jogging. Which I'm considering anyway since it gives me an excuse to go to the beach, and at the beach I do a lot of walking/wandering/sitting/non-aerobic activity that isn't really jogging at all.

I don't know. I just don't like exercise. I'm in a wedding this June and I'm 10 years older than all of the other bridesmaids, so that's where my motivation lies. Not an actual interest in a healthy lifestyle. God, no.

Let's hope Frank and Steve are sick today and the air conditioning is booming.