Yoga

Fingers, Lil' Fingers and I are all taking yoga at the local recreation centre. We were looking for something to "take up" in the fall, as ladies like to do, so Fingers did some investigating. Specifically, I think after the buzz of ultimate Frisbee we were all hoping for something active and different. And wow! What a deal she found us. In fact, the whole venture seemed almost too good to be true--$50 for 10 weeks of yoga, all within walking distance of the apartment and 'da house!

Take my advice. Something too good to be true, is too good to be true.

Now that's not to say rec centre yoga isn't awesome. Because it is; don't get me wrong. But it certainly isn't what most would call "active". In fact, yoga lady actually encourages us to bring a blanket so we can cover ourselves and nap for the last 10 minutes of class. We spend an additional 10 minutes heavy breathing.

And that brings me to another point about rec centre yoga... The comical people in rec centre yoga (besides the obvious three clowns in the back of the room.) As an example, during our heavy breathing we're told to close off part of our esophagus to make a deep, throaty noise... We're told to "hear the ocean" in our breathing. Tonight the woman next to me (who grades science tests in between moves) calls out, "Um, I'm breathing but I don't hear the ocean..."

???

Yoga lady also encourages us to "be aware"... Be aware of our environment... Be aware of our spine... Be aware of our thumbs... Be aware of the odors in the room...

*record scratch*

Odors? In the room? Would that be the smell of middle school floor mats, feet, or the oh-so-yum-in-the-tum aroma of chlorine and peroxide from the across-the-hall pool deck?

Rec centre yoga is defs worth the $50.