there is no “i” in yoga

it’s true, that there is no “i” in yoga…but there is a “yo”, and i would like you to remember that.

a few years ago, when hubs and i lived in an apartment in another part of the city, we belonged to a super awesome crunch fitness that had the best fitness classes and was never more than 20% full of people working out…which is probably why it closed its doors shortly after we joined.

at the time i would go to yoga at crunch maybe twice a week.  it was a big room, everybody could spread out, and it was quiet and peaceful, but also a good workout.  when they transferred our memberships to a nearby la fitness without asking us, i came to find that the yoga classes were packed all the time.  by the way, so were the treadmills.  there were 30 treadmills (not exaggerating) and they were all taken, all the time.

when we bought our house we joined a nearby 24 hour fitness, which has no classes.  i miss my crunch yoga classes.  one of our neighbors urged me to look into the class schedule at our local rec center, and finally, this spring, i signed up for rec center yoga.  i was stoked.

this yoga class is very different from the other ones i have taken.  i am the youngest person by a solid 20 years.  the room is tiny, has low ceilings, and does not provide a lot of space between you and your yogi neighbor.  the instructor is bubbly and talkative, and people ask questions.  oh they ask questions!

“what is this supposed to feel like in my hip joint?” “i have weak knees, do you think i can do this pose?” “can you personally tailor this class to my needs and my needs only?” (i made that last one up.) we spend probably 30% of the class talking about yoga, and not actually doing any yoga.

interactive yoga seems kind of like the opposite of how yoga is supposed to go, right?

the first 3 classes were normal, and i could tell i was becoming much more flexible, especially in my hamstrings.  i have also been complimented by the instructor on my “very open hips”, so take that for what you will.

but then in week 4, our instructor surprised us with partner poses.  partner poses, i tell you!  putting your body on another stranger’s body!  my worst nightmare, probably!

that week, a stranger got very hands-on with my lower-lower back.  on week 5, i had to put my bare feet against the bare feet of a sheepish but sweaty older man.  then we held hands and pulled our faces towards each other.  week 6 involved putting my hands on someone else’s lower back and gently rocking their body back and forth.  YOU GUYS.  I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS.

week 7 offer a sweet respite from stranger touching, and i was thrilled.  but this week, week 8, when it came time to get dressed for yoga, i just didn’t have it in me to sit in a dark room and touch somebody else.  could not do it again.

so i stayed home and vowed to do a yoga video alone in my basement.  oh, my beloved yoga video.  the one that asks that you “soften the belly” and “breath into your kidneys” and “relax your palate”.  i will take you over creepy and uncomfortable partners yoga any day.

though sometimes it is difficult to concentrate on the video, thanks to a certain someone who does a very convincing downward-facing dog.

busteryoga

Charlotte, Here We Come

YOU GUYS.

The impossible has happened.

Georgia Tech has made it to the ACC championship game.  Which sounds insane to me because back in September it seemed like all we did was lose.  To be fair, we did not actually earn this: Miami is supposed to go but self-sanctioned themselves out of the game for reasons that are better googled than explained here.

Hubs and I went to the ACC championship game in Jacksonville in 2006, where we lost to Wake Forest 9-6.  The weather was shitty and it was the worst.

We went to the game in 2009 where we beat Clemson, and then later “forfeited” because of “shenanigans” and NCAA sanctions or something.  But I was there and we won and IT WAS VERY REAL.  But the drive was long, and the weather was again shitty.

So in hubs’s pleas to go to Charlotte for the 2012 game, I have had to do a little bit of dirty negotiating.  Here’s how it goes:

hubs: how do you feel about charlotte in dec?
me: it is another weekend that will be sacrificed to football
me: so i’m going to need some concessions from you

me: i want a WHOLE weekend from you
me: christmas shopping, garage sales, antiquing
me: and you can’t look at your phone the entire time we are shopping
hubs: boom
me: and you have to go in every store with me
me: EVERY
me: STORE
me: and you have to listen to my thoughts and opinions and wonderment on every goddamn piece of furniture i contemplate
me: can you do that for me?
hubs: yes i can
me:one more thing

me: i want christmas music monopoly in the car from now until dec 26th

hubs: channel xm 13 is xmas already

me: but are all of your presets set to christmas channels?
hubs: not yet
me: keyword: yet

I will believe it when I see it.

I feel pretty good about this arrangement.

Gooooooo Jackets…!!!

Fall/Football/Funk

I survived September.  It used to be my favorite month, but this year I’m just happy that I made it through.  Why, you ask?

FREAKING FOOTBALL SEASON.  I’m lookin’ at you, Georgia Tech.

Now don’t get me wrong: I like college football, and I like tailgating.  But this year we had 4 home games IN A ROW in September.  IN A ROW!!!  Every Saturday in September was spent tailgating for Georgia Tech football.

I couldn’t get my oil changed.  I couldn’t set up appointments to look at Craigslist furniture.  I couldn’t get any home improvement projects done that take longer than a Sunday afternoon.  It was EXHAUSTING.

And our team also lost a lot.

The real tease is that after a crappy loss, hubs will be like, screw this next week let’s not even tailgate and we’ll leave at halftime!  And then by the following Friday he’s all how many kegs should I get for the tailgate tomorrow?  He should know by now not to get my hopes up in such a way.

Anyway, now it’s October and we have 3 homes games left over the next 2 months.  I suppose that’s the plus side to all of this griping.

Hubs and I both turned 29 this past month.  We are now fully immersed in the final year of our twenties.  I should care more, but I don’t.  It’s life, we get older, I’m okay with it.  But check back with me in a year when I’m thirty and lamenting the loss of my youth.

I pre-ordered the iPhone 5 exactly 3 weeks ago.  My ship date was 14-21 days.  AT&T is still “processing” my order.  Which wouldn’t be a problem except:

I have never actually needed a new phone until now.  I kept my 3GS for 2.5 years without issue.  But now it’s on its last leg.  Ship swiftly, AT&T!

What else what else…

EVERYONE I KNOW IS PREGNANT.  At least that’s how it feels.  I know at least 7 people who are just entering their second trimester.  Hubs’s reaction every time I tell him a new person is preggo is what were people DOING in May? and if they live in close proximity to us it’s DON’T DRINK THE WATER!

We like babies.  We’re just not there yet.

My October is going to be filled with home improvement projects and pumpkin-flavored everything.  Maybe October should be my new favorite month…

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