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 (because I don’t have that many new ideas), but the DMV is more discriminating about who can drive a car than are the majority of self-and-stomach-tire-hating people willing to hand over money and, more disturbing, the well-being of their ligaments and joints to a white man with dreadlocks and/or a controlling temperament so distilled that if he were to bottle it, the Mexican drug lords would have something to think about. (Was that run on sentence worth the payoff? Didn’t think so either)

Yes, Debbie Allen made it very clear (if you’re old enough to have watched the original “Fame.” No? Sorry for you, that must really suck) that fame is pain, or sweat (or something like that). But Debbie Allen didn’t know yoga in LA. Indeed, the appearance of skin problems are all signs that the body’s detoxification buying cialis in australia process is deficient. You may also avail offers while buying GV or cheap tadalafil canada. Numerous medical texts and articles are already printed describing ordine cialis on line the optimistic effects from the drinking water on both equally animals and people. generic levitra vardenafil A prosthesis consisting of a reservoir as well as a pump is surgically put into the penis. And when I say “yoga,” I mean a power workout of pushups and sit-ups and agonizing positions held for longer than any physical therapist would deem safe. And then maybe a few stretches. This is West LA we’re talking about. Do you think Jennifer Aniston looks like that from meditating? Hell no.

While some teachers have a genuine capacity for self-reflection and humor, the guy I had tonight took the power of commanding a class of 100 people with the seriousness of Obama on the national debt, war in Afghanistan and next election (all wrapped up in one).

“Now, as you get up, I want you to roll your matt up slowly, and then put your left shoe on before your right shoe…”

Almost that bad.

Just for today, I survived yoga.