My friend Bonnie invited me to join her for a hot yoga class at 6am Friday, today. She had invited me a week ago and I was looking forward to it. Little did I know how entertaining it would be.
We confirmed with each other last night that we were still on. I said I didn’t have a yoga mat, to which she offered to bring an extra. She mentioned it’s pink, in case I was still averse to pink. I said that’s fine.
The next morning, I rushed to the studio and arrived at 6:01am. I should have known to give myself more time as I’m a new student. But no.
I found myself locked outside until the instructor, a tall lanky guy, ran out and opened the door for me. He said I was a little late and we were about to get started. I said, Great, let’s do this, as we walked to the room.
To… the room full of stationary bikes.
I hesitated, and voiced, I think I’m in the wrong place.
The guy then asks, What are you looking for? Yoga?
Me: Yes (shame-faced)
He gives me the directions and I book it. I’m already late and I lagged another class.
I run in the direction he mentioned and I get a little lost in the parking lot.
But it’s okay! Because I found it!
And door was locked! Again!
Lolll. I message my friend, I’m locked outside…
Again, the instructor sees me through the window and comes out to allow my tardy unworthy self into the class.
I thank the gods.
And I remember I don’t have a yoga mat.
There, by the door, is a single yoga mat, propped up against the wall. Almost like it had been waiting for me all its life.
I think, perhaps, this is Bonnie’s and she left it outside because she wanted to get the full 70-minute class. Understandable.
I don’t think twice, I strip off my shoes, socks, and sweaters, grab at my towels, water bottle, and, of course, the yoga mat.
I enter the class realizing everyone is in child’s pose or something and I stake a spot right in front center of the class.
But I made it!
I look around for my friend, and it takes me all of 1.5 minutes to realize, she’s not in the room.
I look down at the mat.
She is not here and this is not her mat.
For a second, I thought about how bad I would feel returning the mat to whomever it belongs. I imagined the look of disgust on the owner’s face, feeling yucky about a stranger’s sweat and fluids all over her mat.
Ain’t nothing this girl’s going to do about it now.
I made it to class, found a mat, and I’m meant to be here.
The class was fun and very sweaty. I enjoyed it very much.
And next time, I won’t be scrambling as much.
Because I know where the damn studio is. And I just bought my first yoga mat on Amazon last night. Holla!
My friend got back to me after class – she had forgotten to turn on her alarm. Hahah. Life.
What a beautiful start of a beautiful day.