First Yoga Class

My initial perception to yoga is that it's a weird exercise where you twist and turn your body parts for whatever reasons, possibly improving your health (or to learn to self-suck) or something. There's a lot of hype about yoga since the last decade and now I got to try it for the first time, thanks to my dad who nagged me into it.

Me: But dad, what are the people who attend the class?

I was ready to say NO if there were only middle-aged women in the class.

Dad: There were all kinds of people, women....... an old man (Oh o)... girls.... even a boy who's around your age. ( Ok, not bad)

Ever since he's retired, my dad couldn't stand a sedentary on-the-shelf life. He got another job and started doing yoga. He made my mom join him for a couple of classes but my mom gave up. Now that noone is accompanying him in the women-infested yoga class, he turns to me, encouraging me to try the weird exercise.

After getting what I need for yoga --- a matt, an extra cloth and a towel, which really came in handy as I am a heavy sweater, I followed my dad to the yoga centre. Prior to that I've just started playing another Ragnarok Online server with better rates, meaning I can level up my character in lightning speed. Compared to weeks, possibly months of playing, my character can achieve level 99 within 2 hours in this particular server. That sense of achievement was exhilarating but instead of continue playing, i had to peel myself from the game. My mind was constantly thinking about the game until I reached the class.

Ok, there was an old man, a boy (who's unfortunately not the lean muscular type that I imagined him to be), some fit and not-so-fit women. And the female yoga instructor was hot! Oh, how I wish to have her taut six-pack abs. This petite woman is quite a yoga expert, able to do all those amazing (impossible for us common folks) postures that you only normally see in pictures and shows. Kicks...swings...twists.....turns.... she can do those moves effortlessly like a circus clown. (I bet she can self-suck)

The instructor guided us into different postures, speedily moving from one position to the next, while telling us to inhale and exhale slowly. The exercise was more vigorous than I thought, apart from perspiring heavily, I almost lost my breath at one point. After a while, I started to feel bored and couldn't wait to get out of the class.

At the end of the class, the instructor asked me whether it was fun.

Me: Ok la. (I don't want to do this again)

Rather than spending an hour forcing my body into awkward positions, I find it more relaxing just doing push-ups, sit-ups and running on my own.

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As I was googling for a picture to put on this post, I found this gay nude yoga classes that were conducted in the US. Oh..... that almost sounds like a sexual fantasy to me, and to know that it's real......