But then, while I was tugging at some material before putting a staple in it while at my upholstery gig, an idea for a blog post came to me...and then I let out a little laugh. I can't believe I forgot to tell SJ about this....
(More back story...)
One of my resolutions for this year was to get back into yoga and focus on healing myself, emotionally, physically, and spiritually. I'd like to say that I'm off to a good start because I feel really happy and like I'm in a good place right now. I rid some toxic people out of my life and have finally learned how to focus on myself without being overly selfish. One of the ways I do this is yoga time.
The other day at work someone showed me a flier called Restaurant Yoga and I was immediately intrigued. I looked at the start time of 2:30 pm, which is the exact time I get off of work, but with a little talking to with the boss, she said I could leave early since I'm "into all that working out and fitness stuff, as for anyone else, I doubt they'd really go to the class, but I know you, and you actually want to go do yoga..." Restaurant Yoga is taught by someone in the food industry and the class is for people in the food industry. Though it is a bit discriminating, food service stress and being on your feet all day does require certain ways to de-stress. Most of my coworkers de-stress with drugs and alcohol, while I work out and get acupuncture. Anyway the next thing I knew, I was in a yoga studio and working on perfecting my downward dog.
(Boy, I have a lot of back story... this is what happens when no one in the blogoverse has any idea what you've been up to for months... and I'm trying to keep this short but I don't think there is any chance of that happening....)
I really enjoyed my first restaurant yoga class and couldn't wait to go the following week. This time, I packed my change of clothes and rode my bike into work, this way I could bike over to the yoga studio in a short minute ride. I entered the studio and was greeted with my name by the yoga instructor from here on out I will call Master Yogi.
I've only ever done yoga one other time with a male instructor. This experience happened when I lived in Miami and got to experience beach side yoga... something I wish I would have stuck with while I lived there. That experience actually got me blogging to begin with which suddenly makes this post more ironic...
Master Yogi asked me if there were any stretches that I wanted to focus on during the class and I mentioned to him that my knee had been bothering me since I went to a ReFit class on Monday night, and that I would love it if we could work that out. He talked to me about muscles and used their proper names which made me feel increasingly dumber while I kicked off my clunky work shoes. (Yes, I forgot to pack different shoes with my change of clothes so I looked pretty silly on my bike ride...)
I headed into the heated room, laid out my mat, and started rubbing my feet until class began. I tried to clear my head and allow my muscles to release the tension from the busy lunch rush. Master Yogi walked into the room and gave his class a gentle smile. "How is everyone today?"
I did an awkward smile and nod and stupid facial expression that should have easily been read as I'm doing alright, but Master Yogi wanted each of us to verbalize how we were feeling. So, I spoke up and said, "Doing alright!"
Class began with child's pose... my favorite yoga move besides savasana. I stretched as far as I could but since it was our first stretch, I was still a little tight. Master Yogi came over and traced my spine and then he places my hips in his hands and pulled me towards him.
And that's when I lost complete focus on yoga and could only think about how nice his hands felt on my body. I felt a bit flustered, exhaled, and tried to find my focus but I could still feel him pulling my hips towards him. He released his hands and I was glad I was hiding my head in my child's pose because I'm pretty sure my face was beat red.
We spent the rest of the class doing stretches for the knee and the muscles that would lead to a sore knee. (Master Yogi listened to my complaints and based the class on my needs... what's not to love about yoga?) We did hip openers and come core work, and soon it was time for cool down, but to be honest, I was thinking about Master Yogi's gentle smile and soothing brown eyes. Not to mention his admirable butt muscles. Yes, somehow yoga went from calming to my mind wandering and wondering if I was developing a crush on Master Yogi because of the way he grabbed my hips.
Nonsense, I told myself. But when it was time for savasana, I couldn't close my eyes, nor could I relax. Master Yogi must have noticed because he crouched down by my shoulders and lifted up my head, pulling my neck and then placing it on the ground for me. Then he took his hands and rubbed my
My senses came to me before I mumbled that I loved him and his touch.
When class was over, I quickly wiped down my mat, rolled it up, and headed out the door. Master Yogi came out of the room as I was putting on my backpack. He addressed me by name then asked me if I enjoyed the class.
All I could think about was his body... naked.
"Yep, great, thanks, see you next week." I quickly spoke before running down the stairs. This yoga class is going to be difficult if I keep getting turned on by the instructor.