I was sitting on my yoga mat yesterday waiting for class to start when a woman who appeared to be older than time walked into the studio. Using a cane.
My first thought? Finally, someone who'll be worse at yoga than I am. Because, as you know, yoga is a competitive sport. That I am very, very bad at. But that I really, really love.
I should have known I was in trouble when she left the cane in the dressing room and came out dressed in a matching pajama top and bottom that appeared to have been purchased at JC Penney's in 1964. I should have rolled up my mat and gone home when I saw her GOLD TOENAIL POLISH. But she was coughing like she had the swine flu, so I thought I had a chance. To, you know, beat her at yoga.
Let's just say that I thought wrong. It turns out that the woman is NINETY YEARS OLD (she told us all after class), and much better at yoga than I am. Not that it's a competition.