Asana

So I go to yoga, right? A new class that is described as deep restructuring yoga. Okay. Sounds good. It is taught by a guy, which is new. I have had a few male instructors. Whatever.

Well for almost the entire class this (short) dude was on me poking and contorting met. It felt wrong. Near the end of the class, after running his fingers up and down my spine he whispered to me:

You have a mild scoliosis, right?

I just nodded.

TOO INTIMATE!

I found out that he is a massage therapist. Which explains it maybe. But I agreed to yoga, not a massage. And I have been in hundreds of these kind of classes and never had this experience before.


Oh, I miss pilates and my uptight ballerinas.