Why men have far more to gain from yoga than women.
The wife was admiring the patterned capris hanging on the racks next to the desk. She was choosing between the multi-colored floral ones with ankle ties and the more tropical version with splayed banana leaves, rattling on about how she needed to get back into yoga and that these items were going to help her with that. I wanted to encourage her to go to the local Target instead but just listened.
As she pulled off one of the anklets and held it up against the flowered pants she had settled on, her husband manhandled the door, keeping his shoes on despite our sign which asked for patrons to remove them and wipe their feet before entering.
“You figured out your yoga here?” His booming voice displayed a very distinct New Jersey accent. “You helping my wife with the yoga thing?” He didn’t seem to be directing his questions to anyone in particular, if they were questions at all. He busily chomped on his gum, running his footballer hands through the Prana tights, his head darting all around the room–making obvious moves to scope things out. With a quick swoop, his sunglasses were off, and as he rocked back and forth on his heels, hands on his hips, towering over me.
I let my eyes linger on his sand-covered flip-flops before I met his gaze. “Yes, this is a yoga studio.”
“Yeah, I hear good things about you guys. My wife here–she likes doing this yoga stuff.” read more...
Yoga at SCAC
Wednesdays
6 - 7:15pm
$5 off 1st class
