Thursday, March 5, 2009


There is a yoga studio about three blocks from my house. It caught my eye right away. For the past nine months that I've lived there, I've driven past it at least twice a day. Finally, I made it to my first class last night.

Maybe yoga is a little less trendy than it was several years ago, but living in the midwest it's not unusual to be a little behind trend. Yoga still meant fresh, young, fabulous, and female in my mind, and a month ago I decided it was time to sign up.

Let me back track a little. I'm the only woman in my office. Mostly it's fine. I have great friends and two sisters that I hang out with all the time on the weekends. But sometimes I do feel a little gender isolation. I go to work for eight hours with five guys and then go home to my husband, a different kind of guy, but still a guy. So I was hoping yoga would be a way to reconnect with the gal pal in me during the week and forge a few new friendships.

So before I went to class, I had this whole fantasy giggling with the other girls at something funny the yoga instructor did, our bonding eventually turning into a ritual to go out for drinks after class ever week. Of course going out with my new friends would open some doors for me and eventually land me a new fab job where I could work with equally cool people who did trendy stuff like yoga/hot yoga/power yoga or whatever the latest yoga trend is supposed to be.

My plan hasn't quite panned out yet. Last night during class I began to suspect that maybe I don't really even like other women. I guess what I was looking for was the fun, independent single girl type. Instead there was the mom who smelled like an ashtray and her daughter who was still in highschool, the girl who is potentially close to my age, but just had a baby (eww!), the middle aged lady, and the boy who helped me set up and then did this weird upside down triangle pose hanging from a strap on the wall. I just don't see any friendships being forged here!

In conclusion, my alterior yoga purpose has already been defeated. However, the actual work out was fantastic. My whole body is sore today, but in that almost pleasant post-work out way. And I didn't have to break a sweat or anything!

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