I've been going to yoga twice a week for a few weeks
now. Yay me. It's a lovely contrast to the accursed pilates,
which remains of the devil. Last Tuesday, our instructor told us
that a photographer from the paper was coming by today, doing some
story on...oh who cares? FAME! I've never been an athelete,
I was picked second-to-last for pretty much every team ever. But
yoga I can do. I'm not all that flexible through the hamstrings,
but I'm pretty flexible in hips and shoulders, and I have a good sense
of balance. So I can make most poses look pretty good. AND
I had just ordered swank new yoga duds. I was totally going to
rock that photo session. I would bring it. I would be
FIERCE.
But the yoga duds didn't come. I had to wear my usual jammie
pants-and-bra cami combo. Baggy about the bum, saggy about the
boob. Mr. Photographer dude did show, though, and he took many
pictures in our class. We did triangle and warrior poses, at
which I excell. No one would even notice my baggy rear because I
was clearly so very strong and serene. At the end of class, as we
lay in relaxation, my mind raced, thinking of things I could say to the
reporter so that I wouldn't sound like a total doofus. I'd come
off hip, kind of funny but totally yogic and awesome. An inspiration
to mothers everywhere. Class ends, we're rolling up our mats,
Picture Guy starts asking names from some of the women. He
walked. right. past. He did not care to know my name. He
was featuring the totally buff chick with the Dorothy Hamill haircut
and swank yoga duds. And he was getting the name of the hippie
looking chick with the dark rims and tie dyed shirt. Hmpf.
I bet they said stupid stuff. Totally uninspiring. Another
opportunity lost by the stupid Frederick News Post. Hmpf, I say.
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2 comments:
Yet more evidence that the News Post was the worst paper in town.
Photog. clearly didn't recognize cool when she saw it.
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