Over the past month hot hatha yoga has become a pretty regular part of my exercise routine as has the .80 mile walk to and from the yoga studio. 2-3 days a week, I meet Lucia at the corner between our offices and we hike through the urban landscape of downtown Seattle – past the Sheraton, Specialty’s, City Kitchen, the monorail, Westlake Center, til we arrive at our hour of hot, stretchy nirvana.
The studio that the hot hatha class is in can fit 20 people comfortably, more at a push. Yesterday there were easily 26 with the front row mostly populated by newbies. Having been a rookie once myself, I commend anyone for trying out yoga. I was a bit dismayed, however, when the 4 high school girls who wedged themselves in front of Lucia and me arranged themselves so they were directly blocking our line of vision to the mirror. Ok, so they probably didn’t know any better right? Maybe. But when the instructor told the entire front row to shift so that the back row could see and even made room for them to do so and they didn’t move, not one bit, I became a bit annoyed. Still, it’s yoga right? Best time to calmly make the best of it.
Not being able to see myself in the mirror, I also couldn’t avoid noticing the girl in front of me. With the enthusiasm of youth and no less than 8 clanging bracelets, she flung herself into the poses, overextending on many and pretty much repeatedly falling out of the balancing poses 90% of the time. I have to admit, it was pretty entertaining in a train wreck kind of way – you want to look away, but somehow you just can’t. I’m sorry to say it didn’t help my personal practice, however, oh well.
After class and the so-needed shower, Lucia and I walked back toward our offices. The lights pretty much dictate our route and last night they took us straight down 4th Ave through the Westlake “Park” area, a haven of high school kids who would otherwise be hanging out at the 7-11, skaters, street entertainers and the homeless. While walking by a group of rowdy young men, one turned to me and said “Hey beautiful, wanna f**k?” Seriously. While we walked on and ignored such an oh so tempting offer, there was a part of me that wanted to say “How did you guess? Absolutely. Right here, unzip and show me what you’re working with.” Just to see what his reaction would be. I’m guessing he would be pretty flummoxed, because I have serious doubts that such a lame come-on ever works.
Lucia and I are heading to hot hatha again tonight and in June there’s a challenge to do 20-30 classes in the month of June. It will be interesting to see what further adventures will come our way both in and on our way to/from class. But, that’s what makes life interesting, right?
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