Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Which is why I found myself at a beginner's yoga class at the gym last week.
It took a fair amount of nerve to get myself there, it being something new and unfamiliar and "new and unfamiliar" being two things I generally do. not. like.
But once I'd sat there stretching for a few minutes before the teacher arrived, I was happy I'd gone and interested to see what this instructor was like.
Turns out, she was a woman with a slight eastern european type accent.
Which wouldn't have been a problem, except when she told us we'd spend the first ten minutes focussing on our "breast."
Which, was, unfortunately, how she pronounced "breath."
Which....shouldn't be a problem.
Unless you're me.
And you realize this is giving you the giggles.
Especially when she says "now tuck your chin towards your chest and focus on your breast" and I'm sitting there staring at my breasts and telling myself that I had really really really better not start giggling.
Especially since no one else seems to be hearing her say "breast" and then thinking about that fact makes you want to absolutely not laugh which make it even harder to NOT start giggling.
But, I managed to pull it together, and soon enough we moved on from the focus on our "breast" and got on with the rest of the class.
Why do I gotta be so immature?