I love yoga. It gives me the stress relief I need while raising my three rambunctious boys, 50, 19 and 16. If you are a yoga fan, you know we work and stretch and pull and tremble all for the last 10 or so minutes of blissful, peaceful relaxation. For those of you who have not tried yoga, the relaxation at the end of the session feels like what you feel after a good massage, except you have to earn it yourself!
So we are all in our own personal bliss, and a woman comes banging in the room and proceeds to jump on a spinning bike. Keep in mind lights are low, we are all in relaxation position, no one is talking. Instructor goes over and asks her to wait until class is over, five minutes. She proceeds to keep arguing about how we should “share” the room and she has every right to use the spin bike. Thanks for the buzz kill, honey.