I had yoga today.
OK...
My yoga classes typically consist of 50-something-year-old women in spandex doing downward-facing-dogs and falling over alot.
So today I go to class after two weeks of not practicing. I decide to take a new class, with a new teacher, just to give it a shot.
And everyone in it is AMAZING.
So there I am, shaking and struggling, sometimes not even magaging to get the pose. And we're doing all new poses, so none of the ones I'm good at are part of today's lesson. And I'm just thinking "Damnit, Geoff! If you had only been doing yoga regularly these last few weeks, you could be doing just as good as these women!"
Bad luck enough? Oh, no. Of course not. Today is also the only day in the history of yoga ever that someone not menopausal takes the class with me. So today, completely randomly and for no reason other than to spite me, a very attractive teenaged guy is situated DIRECTLY behind me, and he gets to watch me suck terribly.
Great.
What the hell did I do to deserve this kind of karma?
And of course, once I regain my strength it will be all old ladies again.
