Category Archives: Yoga

In The Land of Yoga Pants

West LA. Land of Yoga Pants.  I took my first yoga class ten years ago in Santa Monica.  I enjoyed it, but at $17 a class decided that inner-peace fell out of my socioeconomic bracket.  Not a lot of Black … Continue reading

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Discipline

I’m supposed to be “writing” an hour a day (I don’t know why I put the word in quotes). So far, I’ve done some yoga poses, washed a few loads, listened to a podcast, obsessed about my thighs, and posted … Continue reading

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More On Controlling Yoga Teachers

Yes, I have issues with yoga teachers. They must’ve tortured me in a past life. Maybe they were medieval doctors who bled me with leeches. Either way, I’ve said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it many more times … Continue reading

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Butt Yoga

So, I dragged my ass to Rudy’s yoga class tonight. I figured if I can’t be gainfully employed, then I may as well work on an having a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of (that was Rudy’s … Continue reading

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I’m Easy

I went to yoga last week. I couldn’t get to the class I wanted so I ended up going to White Man’s Dreadlocks’ time slot despite an aversion to his “It’s All Good” style. I don’t buy his whole “yoga … Continue reading

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Did I Mention That I Stopped Going To Yoga?

My friend talked me into going to yoga this morning. I hadn’t been in a while for two reasons: a) I keep re-injuring my back (yoga is dangerous), and b) LA yoga teachers scare me. It seems that in LA … Continue reading

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Ujai Breath

Last night I walked into yoga class to witness the tail end of an argument that seemed on the verge of a full-on yoga-fight. I’m so bummed I missed it. I’ve been to that teacher’s class before and I have … Continue reading

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Could You Get Your Foot Out Of My Face?

I got to yoga late this morning and so made a lot rustling noises with my purse and shoes, thus, contributing to what the teacheer deemed the “crazy-ass energy” that had overtaken the room. Then he put me in a … Continue reading

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OK, So Yoga Class Was a Little Intense…

Towards the end of every yoga class I have felt the occasional splash of water on my face or body. For many weeks now, I have told myself that this is the byproduct of someone opening their water bottle and … Continue reading

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Joint Issues

Tonight a loud “CRACK!” echoed throughout my yoga class, like someone had just pulled a branch off of a tree. “That was my ankle,” I informed my friend beside me. While I try to keep to myself in yoga, by … Continue reading

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What’s Up With Yoga?

I ended my yoga practice tonight by chastising myself for not keeping my old PPO health insurance (never sign up with an HMO, unless you really want to rely on the random love of chance and cute idealistic doctors…which might … Continue reading

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