(No) Crap from Yoga
Well, I've been meaning to do more Journal-ish type entries in this thing, so here's a fun little thing.
Today at Yoga, about 15 minutes in, I felt something in my bowels. Something of the liquid sloshy variety.
People joke about farting in Yoga, but really, no ones ever joked about crapping yourself in Yoga because the concept is to horrible for most mortals to comprehend.
Not sure on what to do, I decided to tough it out (who says I lack guy machismo moments?) and prayed: "Please, as long as we don't do chair pose, I can make it."
So I sloshed myself around for a half hour and then my nightmare came to pass: we started chair pose.
I puckered up and through some miracle, I made it through.
It's not often when you can list: "I didn't crap myself today" as an accomplishment, but that's just the kind of day it was.
I am so going to craft a short story about this...