Gimme a “Y”

Screw it … that’s as close to cheerleading for yoga as I can get.

This post must mean that I (read: all of you) have to go to another one of Maureen’s Yoga for CrossFit classes on an upcoming Saturday.

Despite the fact that it’s 75-90 of stretching and sitting and holding and holding and holding and holding but no barbells, the class is going to be great. Maureen, aka “Her Grace”*, is planning a special shoulder class that will help many of us, who are constantly battling shoulder, um, fun. However …

YOU MUST REGISTER FOR THE CLASS
Because this particular class requires Her Grace to bring props for us, she needs to know exactly how many students will attend.

HOW DO I SIGN UP?
There is a sign-up sheet next to the whiteboard at the gym.

WHY ARE YOU YELLING?
Because yoga is that $#^*ing exciting?

DETAILS
Saturday, November 2, 2013 from 9:00 – 10:15/10:30 AM

*As a fan of Game of Thrones and the newly minted Director at the Ouray Public Library (henceforth OPL), Maureen has become drunk with power. She insists on being called “Your Grace” when spoken to directly, and I caution you all from speaking to her directly, and “Her Grace” when referring to her in the third person.

She also insists that I be referred to as “The Hand of the Queen”.

Finally, you must never turn your back to Her Grace. Such a grievous and heinous offense is punishable by 7 straight days of yoga classes with Her Grace.

How do you avoid such cruel and unusual punishment? When leaving the room, be sure to bow and walk out facing her, which can be challenging so move with care.

Listen (Read?), I don’t like it either but if we all follow these simple rules, we will get through this yoga class and can get back to punishing ourselves with WODs.

Did I mention class is mandatory?