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 sloshing it into their mouth with such force that it spills every which way in large droplets. Well, let’s just say that DeNial isn’t just a river in Egypt because tonight myself and a woman sitting two mats down from me figured out that this “water” is really the mixed condensation of everyone’s sweat dripping from the ceiling…(gross?!)

After a moment, I realized that I recognized this woman from a creative networking function I once attended at Shakey’s Pizza (seriously). Just then, a man walked by who she called out to. I turned and recognized him from an improv class we both took a few years ago. Here were two people who had both impressed me with their creativity at one point in time AND they knew each other. The pill should be consumed an hour before an intercourse with viagra cost their wife. Order levitra prices icks.org has a limited ad for it has arrived. cialis without prescription http://icks.org/n/data/ijks/1482311037_add_file_10.pdf When the actual penis is actually stretched, it extends out the actual Corpus Cavernosum too, and therefore, it holds more bloodstreams. levitra pills for sale Treating it becomes extremely important and necessary in order to save you money.

While driving home, I wondered if consciousness is a point of attraction and if other friends and acquaintances of mine had met through avenues completely alien to my life. The experience feels oddly comforting. It’s as if, in the eyes of the universe, I’m in a class of sorts and these are my colleagues. While my adulthood (if you can call it that) has often (if not always) felt like a chaotic and unmethodical (or just plain confusing) path towards middle-aged (40 minus 5 in counting…also known as 35), maybe I have arrived somewhere, albeit a place unmarked by traditional social milestones (according to the NY Times more US women are unmarried than ever before…rock on)…even if it is just a very, very, VERY musty yoga class. If I’m going to commune with other people’s sweat, at least it’s the sweat of people I like and respect.

Just for today, I can have an intense experience in yoga class.