not-so-zen-like

Falling into the post-holiday pressure, I purchased a gym membership.  It's a local gym that my brother, his girlfriend and my brother in law all belong to, although I've never seen any of them there (aside from when I went once with my brother and his girlfriend).  I digress..

Over Winter break, I had plenty of time on my hands and was able to swim a few times a week.  I knew once school started back up that my schedule would be crazy and my gym attendance would suffer.

Fast-forward to last week.  I checked the schedule to see when the next yoga class was, which was Wednesday.  I woke up Wednesday jazzed for that night.  I packed my little bag with my black yoga pants and a tshirt.  I rolled my yoga mat and got my lock for my locker.  I was ready.

I arrived to the gym about 20 minutes early, to ensure I had enough time to change before going into the class.  For the sake of modesty (and I HATE the old women who walk around naked in the locker room -- but that's another post) I took my things into a bathroom stall to change.  And that's when I discovered my mistake.  

I didn't, infact, grab my black yoga pants.  I grabed my black pencil skirt.  A SKIRT.  There is no way on Earth anyone can appropriately do yoga in a skirt.  I was devistated.  It wasn't even as if I could jump on the tredmill for a bit because again, skirt.  And it wasn't as if I could jump in the pool for a swim, because again, skirt.  

So I re-dressed, packed my things and make the walk of shame out of the gym.  While everyone else was bouncing in the door with their yoga mats,  I was sulking out of the gym with my yoga mat.  

To end the night on a positive note, I went to Chipotle and watched LOST.  That Wednesday wasn't so bad after all...

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A small side story to go with this night:

My gym is 3 stories tall -- yes, you heard me three.  Since all I had done prior to my attempt at a yoga class was swim, I hadn't ventured beyond the first floor.  Being a bit of a freak, I always like to know where I'm going before I get there, to save myself any unnecessary embarrasment, so I asked my brother and his girlfriend where exactly this room was.  They explained it was on the second floor, in the back, or so they thought.  They weren't 100% sure.  Nervous.  So I asked the gal at the front desk when I was scanned in, and our conversation went a little something like this:

Me: "Where is the room that yoga is in?"

Girl: "Ummm, it's on the second floor, in the back."

Me:  "The one above Chipotle?"

Girl: [blank stare] "Umm...the one with all of the windows."

Me: "So, the one in the back, in the opposite corner from where we are, above the Chipotle."

Girl: [blank stare]

She wasn't getting it!  Chipotle is a landmark!  I was so frustrated!  

And for the record, the yoga room is above Chipotle.  Told you so.