Wednesday, March 21, 2012
No, no Namaste
Today I went to PiYo downtown which is short for Pilates/Yoga although technically I am not allowed to do yoga. A lot of the class is Pilates so it is not too bad.
I figure I can get away with it as long as they do not get into New Age speak. Besides which there is no way that what I am doing could be construed as praying in any way, shape or form. There is not a thought in my head while I am doing these exercises other than my Leonard Pennario book and whether or not I look fat.
My cousin Katie does my PiYo class with me on the next mat. She always looks great in these black outfits. I wear a variety of Goodwill clothes and some look better than others.
We had to laugh at a few things including but not limited to when the teacher told us, "Relax your nose."
And I always wince at the end if they hit you with that "Namaste."
Who do they think I am, this person?
I am not allowed to say Namaste!
So I look away and pretend I am busy rolling up my mat or something.
La la la la la la la.