One of the strangest yoga classes I've ever attended. Complete with a side of humble pie.
They were obviously a tight nit group, very comfortable with each other, and I was the "new girl."
Started out with political discussion I didn't really feel like diving into, then it turned into a request session where the pupils were suggesting what moves we do. We were trying all sorts of positions I could not do, including handstands and splits.
The male instructor must have been an entertainer in his former life, because the wise cracks were ROLLING.
"Four children! Wow. I was going to ID you when you came in, but you already have four children, so must be of legal age."
"Where are you from? Utah! No kidding! How did I guess you'd say that? How is Boulder for you?"
"Oh wow, your hamstrings are something else. You can bend your knees in this position if you need to. You must be a runner, huh?!"
"Have you ever done yoga before?"
Have I ever DONE yoga before? Was I really THAT bad?
In his defence, he did spend a LOT of time correcting me and trying to help me, as I was the new girl and so obviously less advanced than his other students, but I just felt a little out of place. I didn't realize this class must have been intermediate. I'm banishing myself back to the meditative, peaceful, non-chatty entry level class.