These two gentlemen are the newest additions to my Monday/Wednesday night yoga class. You don't want to get stuck between these two. That sad state of affairs would make you want to spring from Chataranga, up into Crow, and into your car, where you'd jam it into drive and peel out of the yoga studio parking lot at high speed. (Note: the portly fellow on the left borrowed his wife's yoga pants)
After the excellent long weekend in East Hampton for Terry and Mo's wedding, I eagerly looked forward to last night's yoga class as a way to gently ease back into a healthy lifestyle. It was a little bit hard to relax and focus on deep breathing after this free-spirited gentleman set up right behind me:
Here's a hairy guy who was at tonight's yoga class. He's demonstrating the common pose, Warrior 2! He's the kind of guy that causes me anxiety in the pre-class "jockeying-for-position" period. You just don't want to get stuck next to this guy under any circumstances. It's important to recruit several ladies with whom you're friendly and have them put their mats down on either side of yours.
Note to dudes: Doing yoga shirtless or in any sort of skimpy outfit is a no-win situation. If you DON'T look like Michaelangelo's David, you should cover up out of a common sense of decency and respect toward your neighbor. If you DO look like Michaelangelo's David, it's all the more creepy, because then you seem to be saying, "I'm a male stripper, and I'll do parties for both bachelorettes and 'bachelors' . . . .
Here's a quote delivered by Golda Meier to Yasser Arafat: "We will one day forgive you, Mr. Arafat, for killing our children, but we will never forgive you for forcing us to kill your children."
