open letter

Dear Creepy Guy at the Gym,

Yes you, the one standing in the hall, casually lingering by the glass door to the yoga studio while we struggled to get through the Astanga second series this afternoon.

Here's the thing about glass: it works both ways! Just as you can see us, innocently going about our daily practice, so can we see you, seeing us, innocently going about our daily practice.

And it's creepy!

Okay, so perhaps it's not every day you see one girl sitting on another girl's lap, but I'm here to tell you...it's spiritual! And it's not easy! Did you see how deep those back bends were? Can you imagine what might have happened, had we not anchored each other's hips squarely on the ground?

Given that the alternatives looked to be stalking kiddie hour at the pool, or spying on old ladies rolling around atop their big rubber exercise balls, I can understand your decision to stake out the yoga room.

But was the trenchcoat absolutely necessary?

Please. Next time? Come on in! If it's yoga you're interested in, we're happy to give you a lesson. We are certified teachers now. Haven't you heard?

Sincerely,

the gumby girls