There's always a middle aged man in yoga class who grunts and groans in a totally unnecessary manner. If it's Ashtanga, fine. It's tough to breathe, the poses can be difficult, and nearly any yoga teacher will encourage "releasing some sound" here and there. But this class was called "Mindfulness Yoga," which featured literally 5 minutes of half sun salutations (not a single downward facing dog), and the rest of the hour was restorative poses, lying down surrounded by bolsters, sandbags, blankets and other comfy props, and over half an hour of meditation and Yoga Nidra, which translates to Yogic Sleep! Sir, it's awkward enough when the room is full of young girls in Lululemon pants and you're making primal, carnal noises, but most everyone in that class was a 50+ housewife convincing herself that she was fighting her stress and working out by lying down for 45 minutes.Control yourself, Mister, some of us are trying to pay $14.00 to "walk in" to Sleep Class here!
**please note: actual middle-aged yo-groaner (I have just coined this phrase, feel free to use it) NEVER looks like this guy. He's usually much less Anderson Cooper, much more Milton.
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That's UPsetting. Staplers should NEVER be brought into Yoga studios. What creeps.
Remember that lady with the long fingernails?? I was going to yoga solely for the purpose of people watching and tea with ME time :)
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