I felt reinvigorated and light after my hot yoga class this evening, though for completely separate reasons than I am about to share.
Normally I'm iffy about doing yoga classes with male instructors because I have a generalized anxiety towards men that would not aid in the relaxation of my body and mind. And I also don't want to be one of those girls who goes to a specific class just because the instructor is attractive--this is why I avoid Thursday early morning hot classes--they're busier than normal due to the presence of a certain male instructor.
I could not steer away from either of those fates today. At first glance I would not have deemed my instructor particularly attractive, but the way he spoke and his demeanour made him seem more and more appealing as the minutes rolled by. And all of that improves his appearance in my books.
But if there's one thing that frustrates me about yoga, it is that most of the male instructors are gay, so you should go to class with the assumption that your instructor is of no exception and therefore your split-second fantasies while he is adjusting your pose are futile.
It's a pity. I googled him just now and he is in fact gay. And yet I still feel awesome about my class today. The power of yoga!
haha i think all male yoga instructors are gay. remember how dreamy our anusara instructor was?? i haven't gone to yoga in so long - it's been 2 weeks! i am not making much use of my yoga pass this month
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