Well now that joy has spread from the edge of one continent to another, we need to get to more pressing issues.
Humanling and I are huge on pilates and yoga. Ok, she loves the pilates more than the yoga but the two of us love to point out that Rodney Yee is "a man wearing a tiny little bathing suit" in some of the preview scenes of our DVD. I may or may not have Become A Fan on Facebook.
This leads to a question that I saw on About.com today. Read on and be perplexed no more:
I always seem to be farting in yoga class. Is there anything I can do?
Passing gas while practicing yoga is actually very common (prenatal yoga classes are the worst!). You're moving your body in ways that will stir up your guts, which is a good thing. We're all adults here, and farting is perfectly natural. I say, gauge the mood of the class and act accordingly--just like you would at, say, a cocktail party. If the class is light-hearted and casual, you might humorously acknowledge your emission. If the teacher and students are dead serious, pretend that nothing untoward has occurred. And maybe think about skipping those beans at lunch next time.
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Well the problem here is that I didn't have About.com, nor did Al Gore really super invent the internet in 1995 like he has recently. So when my friend Mike and I were in yoga class once night, the teacher brought it down to an advanced sort of quiet. We had our eyes closed, we were breathing. And then I heard someone's auditory invasion of the silence. Although it wasn't my own personal mission emission, I became a source of the worst kind of embarassment. I could not hold it in any longer, I literally burst out laughing. Eyes closed, meditation still attempting to go on with severed limbs, poked out eye sockets, and a cotton puff to fight with. You guys know how it is. The more I tried to stifle, the worse it got. The sound of this abrupt reality snatcher kept looping through my mind and I tried valiantly to shake in silence.
Only to bust out laughing again. Even as I post the photo for this blog, I am giggling like a pimply, awkward boy.
I swear I never snuck a peek either to see who it was. It probably would have made subsequent classes a lesson in history repeating itself. Ha ha...get it?
