I ran 7.2 miles in the light rain this morning. It was nice because the humidity wasn’t unbearable and it’s a bit cooler today.
Unfortunately whether it’s from the dog incident of yesterday or I’m still suffering from a dead butt my legs felt a bit heavy today and my hips were sore. I was thinking about going to Yoga this afternoon because I think that may help, but I’ll have to do the WII Yoga because I’m pretty sure I’m not welcome at the yoga place near my house.
I may not have mentioned it before but I tend to have episodes of nervous laughter. Generally it’s not a problem but sometimes it might seem inappropriate. Like if it happens in church, or at a funeral, or during an audit with the IRS – but I don’t laugh on purpose and I have a really hard time stopping which brings me back to why I’m not welcome at yoga.
A while back ago I got one of those groupons for a 90 minute group yoga class for 10 bucks. It looked like a really cool place too. They had a lot of different teachers and offered several types of yoga and the classes started as early as 6 in the morning and as late as 8 at night. And, hello, Ten bucks? Sign me up.
I hadn’t been to yoga in a few years and the last time I went was with a few friends and we laughed through most of the class. It didn’t seem inappropriate though, I just remember it as being fun.
Anyway, for this groupon special I chose a class that was focused on ‘restorative yoga’ which was supposed to relax the body and help to bring it into balance. I also chose to attend a very early class because I like to get my exercise done first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, I also tend to be a little silly in the morning so couple that with nervous laughter and it’s a recipe for disaster.
I tried really hard to relax and enjoy the class but I just couldn’t. Every time the instructor came over to help adjust me, I was so afraid that I was going to fart on her that I’d just start laughing from nerves. And then I started imagining everyone else farting and I’d laugh even harder. To make matters worse, the instructor kept walking over to me and then quietly saying, ‘now let’s just try to relax’ and I could tell she was getting annoyed with me. Then they started doing these breathing techniques that just sounded so ridiculous. How am I supposed to relax when people are breathing like buffalo and oxen?
As the class went on, my anxiety got worse and everything the instructor said made me laugh out loud. If you’ve been to yoga you know what I mean. They say stupid shit like, ‘now bend over and let all of your thoughts escape from your head. Just watch them run out onto the floor’. And I literally think about my thoughts running around the room in stick figure form, trying to take up residence in someone else’s head but then that person’s head landlord is all like, hell no, go away, so the little stick men thoughts run back to me and say ‘let me back in bitch’. See? It’s hilarious!
I have never been so glad for a class to end in my entire life. As I was preparing to leave the instructor walked up and I took the opportunity to explain to her about my nervous laughing and how it wasn’t something that I could control. She just listened and smiled and when I finished explaining she said, ‘maybe you might want to try a different type of yoga next time’. Way to be understanding bitch!
So, I think I’ll stick with WII Yoga. Unfortunately it can’t correct me when my form is off but it doesn’t care if I fart either!
Do you have any nervous tendencies? Have you ever laughed at an inappropriate time?