My thoughts in yoga class can sometimes diverge from the spiritual realm.

"...If I see one more Buddhist statue at the yoga class pre-store (which oddly enough reminds me of the merchandising stores you walk through on the way out of a ride at Disneyland) I'm going to complain to the management. I'm sorry, but you can't sell enlightenment with a chintzy statue made in China....Ok, now I'm in class...what's up with the movie soundtrack music?...There sure are a lot of women in cute yoga outfits in this class. Somebody should really jump on a magazine for yoga fashions, I'm talking strictly clothes...enough on this different schools of yoga thought, let's face it, it's the new 24 Hour Fitness, only instead of weights and stair masters we have buddhist statues and mats...Ok, the teacher's voice is starting to grate on my nerves. Is he trying to sound like Alex Trebek????...This class is easy....OK, I take that back, my arms are tired. No, I am not doing another vinyasa! Enough! What time is it? Oh, damn he's coming over to me. What am I doing wrong? He said dolphin, right? So embarrassing. You can't tell me he's not checking out all the women in this class....He smiled at me...OK, he's nice. Did he say pigeon pose? We're almost done!!!!

I love the pose where we just lie there and do nothing.

I love yoga."

Just for today, I accept my inner monologue.