Role Reversal

I support and welcome change. Whether it's forced upon me or I seek it out myself, I try to look at it with a positive attitude.

Because of the increased gas prices (that's the forced part of this recent change), I'm finding it hard to justify traveling to Carrboro just to attend a yoga class one or two days per week - - at an average cost of $10 per class (that, and my car has over 300,000 miles on it so I really only ask it to get me back and forth to work anymore! This is the voluntary change part).

I figured I'd give this place a chance. It's MUCH closer to the house.

I've only taken two classes there so far (one at $14, the other at $15). Given the price hike compared to MYCYCO, I'm not sure I'm coming out ahead, aside from the wear and tear on my old car... and I'm not sure I'm getting the most out of the "workouts" or that I'm overly enamored with the teachers.

But none of this has anything to do with this post. It's really just filler to share what I'm really writing about.

What I love about this facility is the room. The expanse of it. The warmth of it. And the bank/wall of windows on the back side. The front wall is all glass and the door is there where we enter and exit. And there's a hallway out there that really only gets the studio traffic. This past Saturday, the instructor had the students facing the glass wall.

He came bounding down the hall. He was jovial. He was smiling. He was super hairy. He was HUGE. He was very well disciplined. And he belonged to the woman who was joining our class - almost ten minutes late. She came in, her wolf of a dog waited outside...he laid there, watching our every move. It was as if I/we were the animals on display at the zoo and he was the spectator, enthralled at the tricks we were doing. I couldn't take my eyes off him. And I couldn't have been more impressed that he just...waited.

Forget the yin/yen balance of THAT class. I was no more interested in alternate nostril breathing than who's going to replace Charlie Sheen on Two and a Half Men.

I wish I got the number for that tiger-like canine. I'd be sure to bring my whack-nut, head-like-a-brick, "I'll swoon you with my big brown eyes" dog for private lessons on good behavior.