Does yoga rot people’s brains? Or is it just my park district? At the yoga class I like(d) this afternoon, during shivasana the teacher lit a stick of incense without asking first whether anyone had allergies, asthma, other lung issues or just a dislike of scents.
I resurrected out of corpse pose so fast my head spun, rolled my mat and slithered out of the room while trying not to inhale. I was still coughing an hour later. In fact, even now I’m getting intermittent coughing fits, though they’ve calmed down considerably.
Who does this sort of thing? There are people way more sensitive than I am out there. (Hi, Fie! I really hope you’re out of that moldy building this year.) This teacher is fifty-something, plenty old enough to have run into people with respiratory problems. I’d go back to the overly-athletic yoga classes at my gym and just spend a lot of time in child’s pose, but they’re all at times that are either impossible for me (while I’m teaching) or completely unlikely (no, I’m not going to get up in time for a 6:00 a.m. class after teaching a night class the night before). Overly Chatty Lady is starting to look a bit better to me, though who knows, maybe she also has a thing for incense and it just didn’t manifest last weekend.
Jesus H. on a raft. Just . . . at least warn people if you’re going to do things that could aggravate medical conditions.