Namaste, lovely reader!
On Saturday morning, I ventured out to the Washington Monument on the National Mall for Yoga on the Mall Day. I ended up going all alone because friends had previous engagements (or they flaked out on me in the morning — whomp whomp). It happens!
If you’re a regular reader, you know that I can sometimes get a little nervous when it comes to group workouts with strangers. I usually end up getting over it, but I can still be a wuss up until that point. Bending and stretching in tight clothing in the middle of the National Mall at the sunniest, hottest point in the day, with strangers… I’d say it was a little fear inducing, to say the least. Fortunately, yogis are super nice (probably by virtue of practicing yoga), so I wasn’t so petrified once I claimed out a spot.
Now… about that spot…
We were stationed between the Washington Monument and the Sylvan Theatre stage, which is where they instructors were positioned. Now, one thing that most people probably don’t realize is that there are sprinklers along the National Mall. You don’t usually see them, which is probably why it came as a shock after I set up my mat and all of my gear, and heard screaming, and felt a blast of water hit me in the butt. Dang it.
As we know, my wet yoga butt was not my first wardrobe malfunction, and it certainly won’t be the last. Needless to say, it was annoying, and after one of the volunteer yoga instructors covered it, I moved out of range to another spot where I could still see the stage.
Then, the inevitable happened… again. AGAIN I was sprayed by a daggone sprinkler! What the fudge, National Mall?! Good grief!
|Lex = Not Amused.|
After that same instructor came over to cover that sprinkler, I decided to wait it out. If the sprinklers kept going on and off on everyone, I would have to leave. There’s no way I can ride the Metro soaking wet! Fortunately, the sprinklers all went off around 11:30. I guess there was a coordination issue or something.
|A lot of freestyling going on in between segments.|
Finally, it was time for the yoga to begin! I wasn’t sure what to expect, since we had 90 minutes left, and there were a lot of yoga instructors on stage. The first instructor led the group through what was supposed to be a beginner’s practice. Apparently the expectation is that beginners are Gumby, because the things that lady had us doing WERE NOT easy! I was definitely sweating and getting jacked up all over my yoga mat after those 30 minutes!
After I gathered up my belongings, and chatted with a woman who was swooning over my yoga mat (seriously, it’s just that cute), I went over to the water station and hydrated. I brought a bottle of water, but I finished it just as we were winding down. Gotta stay hydrated!