A Sweaty Towel

I went to a class yesterday that I hadn’t been to before. It was a slightly more challenging class but Meg had been assuring me I’d be fine.

Got to the class and had that old familiar intimidation feel, which was welcome actually, as I hadn’t felt it in so long.

The class was packed(damn new years resolutioners) and I had forgotten that this was a heated class and I didn’t bring a towel. I thought “Ah well, I’ll be fine. I’m not a big sweater.”

The sweat started immediately. A fabulous sweat, pouring off of me. It was distracting because I wanted to focus on my practice. Plus, it was making my mat slippery.

After being in child’s pose for some extended breaths in the beginning, I looked up to the top of my mat and there was a white towel tucked underneath the top corner of my mat.

“How sweet,” I thought. “The instructor, Whitney, must have put that there, knowing it was my first time and seeing that I hadn’t brought my towel.”

I wiped myself down and kept practicing.

5 minutes later, to my horror, the woman in front of me leans back and grabs the towel.

“No no! I used that.” I whispered.

“You did?” she said looking a little exasperated, and dripping with sweat.

“I’m SO sorry!” I said.

She shrugged and kept practicing.

The rest of the class, while deliciously sweaty and so invigorating, was plagued by me chastising myself for being such an idiot and hoping I didn’t ruin this woman’s class. It doesn’t take much to ruin a class for me. (Kenny G anyone?)

To punish myself, I didn’t use the towel again, even though she wasn’t going to be using it either.

At the end of class, I lay in savasana for as long as I could, and at one point, peeked to see if when she left, she took the towel. She didn’t.

Then I lay there, turning all Black Swan paranoid, thinking she was talking shit about me in the locker room.

I got up, rolled up my mat and went to the locker room, determined to find her and plead my case.

I found her, naked, standing next to the shower, talking to another fully clothed woman about knee surgery. (side note: I don’t usually engage naked women. I just don’t. But this was an emergency.)

“Excuse me,” I said. “I’m the one who took your towel. I’m so sorry! I hope I didn’t ruin your practice. I honestly thought Whitney gave me a towel.”

She was lovely and so gracious, assuring me it was ok.

I still felt like a total loser.

I can’t wait to get back and sweat. I’m going to get one of these first.

Hopefully, I can practice 4 days a week. It seems to keep lupus happy as well as my soul.

Namaste, MFs. (my friends) I wish you a sweaty new year!

5 comments:

Bree | January 4, 2011 at 4:40 PM

E.P. = Earnest Pilferer

You are as sweet as you are sweat.

(P to the S - throw some extra towels in your car. I keep towels, headphones, etc. so my vague attempts at working out will never be waylaid. Also socks for spur of the moment bowling.)

Confessions of a Mother, Lawyer & Crazy Woman | January 5, 2011 at 10:55 AM

Emily - So true about the New Year's resolutioners, isn't it funny how all the Christmas decorations in stores have been replaced by exercise equipment and "Get Skinny in Three Days Eating Only Pepper and Italian Dressing!" books.

I am impressed you did the hot class. I have a friend that keeps asking me to try it with her and I am too scared of the heat and intensity. Sounds like it worked for you, though, I am glad for you that the lupus has been at bay (*knocking wood for you ...).

Happy New Year, my friend!

Emily | January 5, 2011 at 11:09 AM

Bree -
EP = Earnest Pilferer is hilarious.
And I thought I was the only one who kept socks in the car for last minute bowling! Kindred spirits.

J-
Oh, this wasn't the hot yoga class. I know better than to not bring a towel to that one. It's literally like you've been swimming when you're down. SOAKED. This one was just heated. I thought I'd be fine. Obvs, not.

I SWEAR I just saw a "get skinny" book yesterday with a similar title. Those books are out AND Valentine's day shit. I just want to scream in the grocery store "STOP TRYING TO RUSH MY LIFE A-HOLES!"
Hope you're feeling good and happy new year to you as well!
XO

Meg | January 5, 2011 at 1:44 PM

This is hilarious! An honest yogi mistake. I love you found her after to class to profess your sincerest apologies. And I too can't take a naked person seriously. Don't get me wrong, love to be naked. But I don't like to converse with strangers when I'm standing in the bare. Namaste sisserita.

Mel | January 6, 2011 at 8:21 AM

I love this post! Thanks for reminding me of the human-ness in all of us...even in an overcrowded yoga class.