Week three, day five.

Another day. 

Just like any other one but this afternoon's class was definitely a memorable one. I practiced next to my usual mat buddy, Pauline. My new group 20 buddy, Kendall, also started joining us in our favorite niche. Rajashree taught this afternoon's class. Per usual, our fellow group 20 friend, Welsh Glenn, raced us to the money spot. The "money spot" has become know by our small group as the spot closest to the wall, where during moments of distress, one can press their face against the crevice where the wall and floor meet and take in mini breaths of cool air. I have long bid my adieu to this place, as I feel like you can't bogart it... just use it on a weaker day and then move on, letting another yogi have their fair share of this little bit of heaven too. But when Glenn starts bolting for this wall, the competitive streak in me kicks in and somehow I always find myself trying to outrun him to the line. Often times, Monica, when she's not late to class, also joins in on the fun too. The only time you will ever see people running in the torture chamber. 

Today though, we let him have it. So our line from right to left went like this: Glen, Pauline, Me, and Kendall. Now a little background information, for those of you who aren't at training with us... Prior to this, there have been announcements made about how people should try to be considerate when passing gas during class by trying to leave the room before it happens. Its kind of a random thing to ask people to do, as sometimes, I understand there are just some things you just can't control. And that's fine with me. 

But its Friday, and we are just at the end of our ropes here. Its week three, the week of "I really have nothing else to give", and by today, we were just on the breaking point between falling apart in tears and just plain delirium. So some time after Wind Removing Pose, like clockwork, some culprit let one out. And we're all mature people here, but it just hit like no other. And one at a time, from left to right, Kendall, me, Pauline each popped up like gophers and gasped for air, while making that "Oh please no/ where the hell did that come from?!" face. Something about the timing of our reactions paired with where we were (or weren't) mentally, really just made us three lose it at the same time. I mean, practice out the window and we were just laughing hysterically at how absurd the whole situation (our synchronized reactions, how exhausted we were, and just the fact that we were laying there amongst four hundred something other sweaty people laying in Savasana trying to remain unnoticed) was. It was like we were back in kindergarden again. And despite all the dirty looks we were getting from people (which seemed to perpetuate the hysterical laughter), it was just so damn cathartic. And honestly, I hadn't worked my abs that well in a long time. 

THEN, Glenn turns over to us in the middle of his Savasana, completely unaware of what happened, and in his precious Welsh accent, asks, "Has someone had an accident?". It was absolutely the cherry on the top of the sundae. Needless to say, we lost it again. The giggle fits started to die down right around Rabbit. We all proceeded to put the towel over our feet and get into the posture when Pauline and I looked over, and saw Glenn putting his arms over his head sideways. Lost. It. Again. The funny thing is that he actually put the towel over his feet. We're pretty sure he was trying to do some hidden Bikram posture, #23.5, that probably required one to put towel over the feet for a dry non-grip before placing one's arms over the head sideways... Part of me wishes we didn't point it out to him so early on because I'm still curious as to what he planned on doing next. 

Just to top it off, our final Savasana was interrupted by Rajashree's daughter and a giant red velvet cake, as it was Rajashree's birthday the next day. All four hundred something of us sweaty yogis sang happy birthday to her. What a way to top off class. 

It was one of those days, given the circumstances, that could have been either really shitty or really great. And I am so glad it turned out so well. We really needed it. Looking forward to more days like this.