If you've been reading my blog, you know that I love my hot yoga classes, and at times I feel the need to vent about manners/style (or lack thereof) at yoga classes. This is one of those times.
Dear 30-something in the Sweaty Wifebeater:
I'm not sure if this was your first time at hot yoga class or not (you didn't look familiar to me but I don't always go to the same classes each week), but I need to let you know that your tank-top undershirt, which I would assume you'd been wearing all day as a first layer under your clothes, isn't appropriate for yoga class. You may be surprised at my lack of appreciate for your choice in athletic wear, but it's a pretty clear-cut case to me of mistakenly wearing one's underwear to exercise in.
1. Wifebeaters, when they get sweaty, tend to become see-through, if not almost completely transparent...no one wants to see that unless your are in absolutely fantastic shape...and even then, it's a maybe.
2. A garment that you've been wearing all day next to your skin tends to take on a certain aroma; combine that with a room heated to 114 degrees filled with other sweaty people, and you become a complete stink bomb.
The fact that the gentleman in question was right behind me for 90 minutes, heavily mouth-breathing and groaning with pain didn't help either. But, the relaxing benefits of my yoga class are still with me, so I shall just say, Namaste.
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Friday, March 4, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Just Breathe it in....and Sweat it Out...and Stink it Up
I love my hot yoga classes. I've been practicing hot yoga (or Bikram yoga) now for about 5 months. I love how the 26 different poses make me feel, how it moves/stretches/exercises every bone and muscle in my body. But there are a lot of things that I don't love about hot yoga too, mainly that it smells, or better put, there are a lot of people in the class who smell. Now, of course, when you have a room heated to 114 degrees with 25 people in it, there will be a bit of an aroma. I'm cool with that. But some people come to class and it's like they've already run a marathon and then not showered for 3 days, and they are typically the person who lays their mat right next to me...when there's plenty of room on the other side of the studio! I probably don't smell like a bed of roses, but I do bathe regularly and usually have clean yoga outfits on. I also make sure my towel is full size and clean so that I'm not contributing any more than necessary to the overall funk. None of these nags are enough to make me stay away from yoga, but if someone had told me how gross it can be, I may never have started.
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