Hello from New York! The weather here is beautiful ... so this posting will be quick ...
Last night's yoga class did not disappoint. It was absolutely the hardest class I've been to, but that's not a bad thing. (Just a sore thing.) Rrrrrrramone was not the instructor, though. Instead it was a lady I've never seen.
I'm told her name is Christy, but she looks very exotic. So for the purposes of this post we'll call her Savassa. Well, Savassa is a big fan of the upward facing dog pose (pictured here). Except she doesn't call it upward facing dog. She continues to call it "up dog" (and I promise I'm not making this up). And every time she says it I think of the Office cold opener when Michael keeps messing up the "up dog" joke.
Michael: Hey Stanley. Is that jacket made of up dog?
Stanley: I'm on the phone.
Michael: Mmm, what flavor coffee is that? Up dog?
Ryan: What's that?
Michael: I don't know. Nothing, what's up with you?
Ryan: Huh?
Michael: Dwight. Hey, is it me or does this place smell like up dog?
Dwight: What's up dog?
Michael: Gotcha!
Aside from saying "up dog" multiple times per hour, Savassa also has an interesting yoga playlist. It's especially interesting to me because almost every song is on one of my playlists. She's a big fan of "Breathe Me" (Sia), "Breathe" (Anna Nalick), and "The Heart of the Matter" (India.Arie) ... and so am I. My favorite part of the class was the end when she played Ryan and Marissa's theme song from the O.C. -- and I felt really loser that I knew that's what it was.
I'm not sure how I feel about normal music playing during yoga. I kind of like it best when there aren't any words. But if she's taking suggestions, I would like to yoga to "Number One Spot" by Ludacris or "Blowin' Me Up (With Her Love)" by JC Chasez.
And in a non-yoga closing ... thank you to the Olympics (and Texas) for Aaron Peirsol
