Ahh, the sweet smell of rubber.
Say what?
My rubber yoga mat, silly!
Let’s just talk about how my instructor nonchalantly pulled this gigantic foreign squash out of a bag and offered it to any of us who were at class because she had extras from her garden. That seems like a normal way to start a group fitness session, eh? Yep, well it’s not.
But it doesn’t even matter because she’s so cool. Her name is Jacki and she has this ridiculously soothing voice that I can’t even listen to sometimes because it’s so soothing. I realize that probably makes no sense, but that’s okay. I have no idea how old she is, but I’d guess in her early sixties. She always wears loose clothing that reminds me of Hawaii and oceans. One day she played the Twin Peaks theme song during out beginning relaxation period which was off the charts spectacular. I mean, the list goes on and on.
If I had to have another grandma, I’d probably pick her. She’s zen and lives the life I wish I’ll have when I retire. She just seems like the kind of person you’d want to make you a grilled cheese with tomato soup on a chilly day.
All in all, Monday nights are always better when I go to yoga. You stretch and strengthen while relaxing, and at the end you lie in corpse pose with a warm towel that smells like lavender over your eyes while listening to someone tell you something inspirational that helps ground you. It’s a beautiful thing.
Sarah says namaste.
