It’s official. I’m weird and addicted. I arranged my Christmas Day around a Bikram Yoga class.
It was just John and me this year. We usually spend it at his mum’s house. This year, however, she went to California to spend it with John’s brother’s family. So what did we do? Well, it was sunny and in the 70s, so we ate a late breakfast on the deck — cinnamon rolls and mimosas — and attempted the painfully difficult Habershon Christmas Quiz. Then we unwrapped presents. I got some good stuff. A Baseball card Price Guide, a huge book about Baseball parks, a cat calendar, smelly things, chocolates, etc. John gave me a 6 x 8 Wacom USB Pen Tablet — something I’ve wanted for a long time.
Oh, about the yoga class. This was the first time that my yoga studio had been open on Christmas Day. They were offering a 4:30 p.m. class. I was never really sure whether I’d go or not. For a start, don’t even try eating less than three hours before a Bikram Yoga class. Food and yoga do not go together. And neither does alcohol. I did, however, show up. I made it through the class, but about 70 minutes into it started feeling very icky from the mimosas (champagne and orange juice). There were about 25 people there. I wondered when they were planning to eat their Christmas turkey. Actually, looking around, most of them didn’t look as if they ever ate. It was definitely the diehards in attendance. I was in the third row, and in front of me was the most beautiful creature. She looked about 18 years old, beautiful body, etc. She sat in front left of me on the floor before the instructor arrived. I was already trying to get into a cross-legged position — something I couldn’t get close to two years ago. I watched her effortlessly cross her legs, lean her body forward, back straight, and touch her forehead to the floor. HISS! And for the next 90 minutes it was difficult not to watch her. I swear she got her back leg straight in the standing bow. And she had such perfect balance to go along with everything else.
After the class I went out to the car park and there was a blue Cooper “S” parked next to Wendy. There are a lot more Minis out on the roads now, but it’s always a thrill to see one, especially when it’s at work or yoga. I was just putting my yoga mat in the boot, and who should walk up to the “S” but the “18-year-old” from class. She exclaimed delightedly that we were next to each other in class and in the parking lot. We chatted for a bit. I congratulated her on her awesome yoga and asked her how long she’d been practicing Bikram. When she responded “five years” I told her she didn’t look old enough. She told me she was 32!
I guess a good part of the story is that it wasn’t her Cooper “S”. She’d borrowed it from her mother. SMIRK
So, that was a piece of my Christmas. And a jolly nice Christmas it was, too. We enjoyed a delicious organic chicken with Brussell sprouts and sugar snap peas from Wholefoods Market upon my return home. I think that I’d like next Christmas to be a bit noisier, though. Perhaps we could rent a castle in Scotland and invite all the Habershons.