Dear woman who stood next to me in vinyasa class yesterday,
Class was really crowded yesterday, wasn’t it? It’s can be really challenging to find inner peace and get into the yoga zone when you’re only inches away from your neighbors.
I know it can be an awkward situation, and I did my best to respect your space. I made sure to sweep my (freakishly long) arms up in front of me, instead of along the sides, to avoid smacking you in the face during our sun salutations.
From standing so close to you, I have learned that you have really mastered the art of Pranayama breathing. You really don’t hold back in the throat-rattling department. I know this because I could feel your breath whenever your head was turned my way.
Speaking of turning toward one another, I only tilted my body slightly toward you in tree pose to avoid any knee-knocking. It’s my fault for falling out the pose; I am not enough of a yoga master to stay strong out when I see someone else (in this case, you) wobbling.
I did not mind when your sweat dripped on my mat. Some of mine probably flung onto yours, too.
Your snot rags that more or less floated around the top of your mat were gross, but I appreciate you keeping them more or less around the top of your mat.
In short, sharing a tiny amount of space with you for 90 minutes was not so bad. I think we made the best of that claustrophobic situation.
At least, up until the final 5 minutes of class.
Next time we find ourselves packed together, and when we do our final, sweaty twist at the end of class, please, please do not put your leg, and your foot, on my mat. Do not touch my body with your foot or your leg. I’d appreciate if you could breathe toward the ceiling, instead of on my neck, while we’re on the ground.
I know I should probably just accept it as the universe teaching me a lesson, but all that touching made me feel uncomfortable. It’s paralyzing. I couldn’t move away, because that would be rude and weird. Even if I summoned the courage to be rude and weird, there was nowhere for me to go.
Please. Just stay on your own goddamn mat.