A long time back, maybe as far back as Year 10, Pete was talking about yoga and meditation. We both agreed that it sounded pretty fun and that we’d like to do it.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. Grace, Lauren, Freya and Heather (I may have missed some people out there, if so I apologise) began yoga themselves. Last week Pete decided to join in and also attended the session. He really enjoyed it and asked me if I wanted to come today. The plans that I had with Ellerby had fallen through so I said I would pop along.
I asked my mother if I could go (and more importantly, if she would pay) and she agreed. She said that she had been planning on going but didn’t want to if all my friends would be there. She said that she had bought a yoga mat that I might like to use. I wasn’t too sure about this. I wouldn’t have wanted to turn up with a yoga mat that everyone (except for me) could tell was completely ridiculous. They would all laugh at me. No, I didn’t want to attract any more attention than my charming good looks would anyway.
I rang Pete and asked him what time I should arrive. I also mentioned the mat. He told me that the mat was too short for him last week and that he would advise that I bring it. To make sure that it wasn’t ridiculous-looking I described the measurements to him (1.5m*0.5m). He said that that sounded good.
It started at 8, so I set off at 740, to give myself time to pop in and see Ellerby. I realised upon arriving at Ellerby’s house that I would have to leave immediately if I was to be on time. So I said a hasty hallo and a hasty goodbye and off I trotted.
I met Pete and Grace behind the leisure centre, where they were being photographed by Sarah for her media project. I had my photo taken a few times and then we rushed to reception to pay.
I still needed to get changed so I paid first and rushed to the boys changing rooms. Unfortunately, what used to be the boys changing rooms was now a void, so I went to the gym changing rooms.
I quickly got changed and met Pete and Grace and headed up into the yoga room.
She moved some people around so that we would have room. I lay my mat down and followed her instructions. I wrapped my limbs around each other and juggled my organs at each of her commands. I knew I wasn’t doing it right, as everyone in the room was watching me.
Even when they were facing the opposite direction.
Eventually she looked me straight in the eye and asked me if I had ever done any yoga on my mat. I whimpered and replied in the negative so she shouted at me to burn in hell (or she might have told me to do my exersises on the floor, I can’t quite remember).
I could hear every chuckling at me so I lowered my head in shame.
A few minutes later she told us that she had a treat for us all. I was slightly apprehensive at first, but then I realised that she was only talking about a candle. She lit the candle and switched the lights off.
She gave us a long line of instructions which resulted in me almost falling asleep. Then she turned the lights back on and an hour and a half had passed.
How eery.
When I got out of the changing rooms I went to the vending machine and bought a bar of fruit and nut. To my delight, two bars came out instead of the one I had paid for.
The trip had been a success afterall.
