The instructor kept telling me to look into my mind, to look at my mind, to mind my mind. What? Like, my mind as in ... my head? So then I started thinking about my head and how I wonder why the back of it is kind of flat and maybe if my parents didn't rotate my head around while I slept or something, then about my hair and how my roots are starting to look dark so I was calculating how many more weeks until I need to touch up my highlights and then whether my bang braid was coming loose because it kind of felt floppy or something and then whether that new brand of dry shampoo I saw in a magazine might be available on Amazon so I could get free shipping on it or .... wait, my mind. Think about my mind. But all that was on my mind was OMG, I'm so BORED and it kind of smells like a FART in here and this music totally reminds me of that Japanese store at Epcot center where I got that cute little jewelry holder and whatever happened to that thing anyway and I wonder how warm it is in Florida today because I bet it's super warm and I so wish I was at Disney World where it's warm and not in this cold dark room listening to this wind chimey music. Hey, WAIT I see my Zumba friends outside the window and HMM I wonder what they're talking about and on and on and on. End result? I was sleepy and annoyed and it took both a Zumba class AND a Diet Coke to feel alive again.
So, the moral of the story is, I won't be going back to yoga ever again.