yogi mishmash

today at the ungodly hour of around 8.30 a certain someone's brother sparked a rude awakening to remind me that i wanted to attend the saturday yoga class... 9am sat classes are ridiculous, but that is another post entirely...

arrived at the studio to find the 'i can bend anyway till way in my 80's' teacher not present and some woman filling in the gap... already not a good sign, not that i have anything against woman teaching yoga, again another posts topic... moving onwards to the gripe of the day...

what is it with yoga teachers and chappies bubble wrapping philosophy's? i attend classes so that i can bend, twist and elongate my body into the lean mean fighting machine physique that it deserves to hold, not to get some smish smash one with your self dripple dr phil worship. if i wanted to be dr philed i would tune in for the intravenous oprah fuled philosophy not pay top dollar for the teeth nashing...

i started relaxed got to hear how 'yoga was my friend' according to this writter, how 'my body mind are tuned' blah blah why am i no longer relaxed, 'relax let the practice sink in' um we haven't started yet... 'open yourself to the experience' get off the hippie crack this is a sleek zen like studio catering to my urban chic needs...

leave philosophy to those who while away the day deliberating about the inner likeness of being or the ability to de-construct the nut.