Childish Pose

Getting to yoga class like a BOSS. I’m feeling like a success even before we move today.

Laying out my mat, taking off my sweatshirt, shaking out my mat towel and the black lacy underwear that have decided to fall out of my towel as I unfolded it go splat in the middle of my green mat. Oof, thank you static cling.

I immediately drop the towel on top and pretend I was going for Child’s pose. I’m both mortified and laughing so hard at myself that I have to take a couple of breaths there in an attempt to stay cool and not draw attention in case the approximately 14 other people in the room did not see what I saw.

I don’t really feel settled, but I start settling in. When I wear a long shirt into the class room, I fold it meticulously and set it at the bottom or top of my mat. Couldn’t be happier that I chose the back row today...at least I’m a little farther from the front mirror for my stealth moves. I scoop the article with the inside of my sweatshirt (thank goodness it’s a thick one today) from underneath the mat towel and proceed with the meticulous fold...face down, tuck right side and sleeve, tuck left side and sleeve, fold in all edges and hood for a cute square package. “DON’T put that back on at the end of class”, I sternly tell myself. (Panties on one’s head being harder to hide than a pair fallen on the mat.)

I was never going to tell anyone. But I’ve told a few people because it makes me laugh and it made them laugh too and I liked that. Doesn’t it feel good?

And now I’m telling you. If you have something childishly funny to share, I’m all ears.

XXOO