Downward Facing Douchebag

We took a little adventure yesterday into the wonderfully bendy world of yoga. It's always a mixed bag when you attend a yoga class, isn't it? You have your awkward beginners (me and my sister) and those regulars who probably attend seventeen classes a week and show off by doing headstands and hyperextending their arms into pretzel-y positions that would kill you if you attempted them.

We started off looking awesome, walking into the wrong door. After milling about for 10 minutes, yoga mats in tow (I literally had to rip the tags off of mine on the way to the class--I didn't want them to know I was a newbie!) we finally found the place. It was actually really cute, and the instructors were super nice, which helped to make the experience slightly less intimidating.

But I'll tell you, nothing makes you feel more inadequate than trying to face your dog downward and peering out of the corner of your eye to see the guy next to you leaning into an intense headstand. A BIG part of me wanted to reach out and poke him so he would tip over. If we have to look like assholes, so do you, buddy.

But I kept my composure and used some restraint (okay, a LOT of restraint) and managed not to tip douchey over. And by FAR the best part of yoga was where you lie on the floor and close your eyes. Pretty much, we paid $15 to take a bendy nap. And I'd TOTALLY do it again.