Yoga has always been an activity I've wanted to get into - it's like a hip club of flexible people who carry around their mat bags and have probably tried a raw food diet at least once. Everyone seems so grounded after taking a class. Also, it seems like mostly skinny people do yoga and I have to assume not all of them started that way, right? One of my bff's from college started doing Denise Austin's DVD religiously and told me I could even drink wine while doing it - that drinking wine was actually encouraged (by my friend at least) in between the downward dog and half moon poses. So, I went out and bought myself a dvd, got a yoga mat and a bottle of shiraz and was ready to bend myself into a pretzel. Of course when all was said and done, I couldn't bring myself to actually follow through with it. Fast forward about a year and the few months it took me to read Eat, Pray, Love and I finally made it to my first yoga class. It was a new experience for me to totally get into the union of the mind, body and spirit. I honestly thought it was all a bunch of new age, peace pipe, tree-hugger hullaballoo - but no - it's 2 legit 2 quit.
I was feeling really great about my fondness for these deep stretching exercises. It didn't surprise me to read that, at times, people have been known to burst into tears (of joy?) during their yoga classes. Hell, every time I try the crane pose I feel like crying (usually because I fall face-first onto the floor in front of me). What did strike me as being a little odd and got me a bit embarrassed, was when I started to get that lovin' feeling.
Yes, I know I should be ashamed to talk about myself and no-no parts in the same post, but if I don't tell you about it, you may never know: yoga can get a party started in your pants. While some like to think this happens because scantily clad people are contorting their bodies in unison - I beg to differ. My gym is the last place I would ever expect or want to have this feeling. Regardless of how good looking anyone is in their yoga outfit, I can never concentrate on anything but how gross it is that everyone's bare feet are touching the mats without knowing if anyone cleaned the mat beforehand. I'd like to think this heightened sense of pleasure is my body's way of thanking me for getting my butt off the couch. In the long run I'd like my body to thank me by slimming down, but I'll sure as hell take this for now!
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Yoga, Orgasms, and Red Wine. What else do you need? Glad I could help ya out on this one Mees.
Posted by Ring of Fire | July 24, 2008 12:49 PM
Posted on July 24, 2008 12:49