Yoga Failed To Keep Me Focused.

So there I was, my butt up in the air in a downward facing dog position. I held that position for a while til I was told to cobra myself down and then back up to downward facing dog again. Umm, yeah whatever. So I did this, and other positions for an hour and a half. The best part was the end. Yes. She told us to lay a certain way and then covered our eyes with a wash cloth to relax. Then into another position while on my back. Legs opened, eyes closed. I was waiting for the big bang, but nothing. Instead, it was just peace and quiet with the smell of yoga in the air.

On another day, my next session was called Hot Yoga. This was in a room that was 80 degrees. I walked in and took my spot. I laid on the floor and relaxed til the teacher came in. After an hour and a half of that, you leave the room soaked. My legs were wet. My back was wet. And so were my boobs. I loved it. That same day, I had another class. So I waited an hour before the next one. I was thinking of not going, cause I realized that yoga wasn't for me. But I still went. I was able to do the moves, but it was a bit annoying. And looking at the spiritual guy who could bend his ass apart was bothering me so bad. I just wanted to kick him.

So what, show off. Pfsst.

So I get to my next class and this guy comes up to me and introduces himself to me, extending his hand out to me, he says, "Hi. I'm Tom. Have you taken Yoga before?" "Hi Tom, I'm Lani. Umm, yes I've taken yoga before a few times. But I'm still a beginner." He smiles and says welcome. He was hot.

So class started and I've got my rear up in the air again. Who made up this position? But it didn't matter, as I had mastered that position very well. So we start doing stuff and I found myself hurting a bit. My wrist hasn't healed 100% yet and I felt a little pain. So I said to myself to keep going and don't quit.

Okay, so I kept going. Later, we get into this position where I'm....oh forget it. I'll just say I'm twisted up and all and I notice this girl's feet. I lost focus on my position, but still manage to hold on to my pose. There wasn't anymore focus on my breathing. Whatever, this girl had some amazingly ugly feet. Where should I begin?

I started to imagine her life as a little girl. Running along the beach bare footed, maybe playing with her dog. She splashes in the water with joy and kicks up her feet. Later I had imagined that she was holding up her white linen pants as she walked through the wet grass bare footed, after a rain shower. She loved the way the grass felt between her toes. Then I see her walking fast to get to the shoe store as one of her heels broke and she was in a hurry. She had a late night date and needed some new heels. So she's in the store trying on shoes. Now she's looking at a pair of open toed sling backs in gold. The shoe is beautiful and she goes to try it, while the shoe salesgirl (me) wonders how to measure her shoe against her toe. Not the big toe, the second toe.

And so yet again, I find myself stareing at feet, amazed at the lenght of her toe. But who am I to judge, right? I can't help it. Thoughts of how she would buy her shoes ran through my head. I had to stop my yoga and leave. I had had enough.

Was it the toe that stopped me? I'm not going to tell.