Urban Girl Tip: Yoga survival

Life just keeps getting weirder and weirder. Last night, Jean and I had an intense yoga session with an instructor that bore an uncanny resemblance to Rosie Perez, may have been a masochist and was dead-set on breaking our arms off. I’m not sure what type of yoga we were doing, but I left feeling pretty much like this guy. Plus, I definitely disrupted the class by laughing about not being able to do a pose, drooling on my mat because of the laughing and then laughing more about the drool. Oh yeah, I am sooo sophisticated!

After shutting my foot in the car door later that night, I was pretty ready to write off the day as a one-time fluke. But then this morning, it continues! While waiting for the bus (20 minutes!?), this middle-aged white guy pulls up to the light in his lexus with the windows down, sunroof open and radio blasting some weird saxophone elevator music. He’s two feet away from a crowded bus stop and seriously rocking out. According to one of the people waiting, this is a daily occurrence for this guy…usually with Madonna or light jazz! Does he think the people waiting in the cold for the bus enjoy his little visits? Maybe he considers himself a good samaritan delivering insanely loud smooth rock to the masses? What a weirdo!

Anyway, the point of this post is to remind urban girls to always ice & ibuprofin after yoga class, try not to drool on your yoga mat and please keep your car stereo to yourself. It’s a zoo out there ladies!