For sure actually.
And
that is all the farting that takes place.
All the time-every time. Thank God this has not happened
to me (yet). If it does I will never go back. Others don’t seem to share that
view as there they are back and farting again each week.
I was really too shy to write about this popular topic as
it is quite disgusting in fact, but I read a blog today where the woman (who I
thought would be a total shrewd) basically told the whole wold her most
intimate details. So I figured discussing the concept of farting in a yoga
class must be acceptable on blogs (especially
that it is not even me doing it).
And let me tell you there is something even worse than a person in front of you
letting out some downward dog gas…and that is:
Two people
in front of you doing it and then giggling away as if it is
actually funny and pleasant. I adore yoga but man alive let me tell you that
meditating and people farting don’t mix. Not a single bit actually.
Usually I am pretty embarrassed about writing the word
“fart” (even if it is not me doing that) but today for some reason I feel
strangely liberated and free.
Besides the farting parts (and worrying if one day I will
do that and have to never come back) Yoga is amazing. I truly and honestly
never thought that I would consider any form of exercise to be relaxing and
pleasant and something I look forward too. Yoga and walking outside fit the
bill now. I love both and just feel like I never have enough time to do either
one as often as I would want to. If I was retired or a SAHM (both make me physically
sick to think about) I would walk to a far off yoga class every day and walk
back home after.
Weight training is still a big chore. I hope one day I
will put it in the category of fun.
So my advice yogis? Eat less beans and go to the bathroom
before yoga class please? Please?
And from now on I am putting my yoga mat in the very
front of the class and not taking any chances.
